Chapter 9 — Definitely Criminal

I called Raymond Steadman at six the next morning.

He was my grandfather’s attorney, the one who had read the will, and I had watched him closely during that reading and decided he was honest — you develop an eye for it, in my line of work.

I told him only that he needed to come to the house, and that he needed to come now.

He arrived within the hour, still in yesterday’s rumpled suit, and I spread the contents of the safe across the dining room table and let him read.

I watched the color leave his face by degrees as he understood what he was looking at.