A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
People moved valuables.
People forgot.
The problem was how quickly she settled on the explanation that required nothing of anyone but me.
“I opened the safe yesterday,” I said.
“I put the property folder back after Greg asked about it.
The money was there.”
“Greg was here yesterday?”
“In the morning.”