General memories don’t.”

“My mother also has eight thousand four hundred dollars of my personal savings in a joint account,” I said.

“She opened it with me after my husband died.”

Marcus stopped with his hand resting on his desk phone.

“Did she bring up that account when you talked to her today?”

“An hour ago my father met me at a coffee shop,” I said.

“He brought five thousand dollars in cash in a white envelope and told me to drop the police report.”