I wrapped my thin jacket tighter around my shoulders.

“You really thought she was hiding a fortune in that messy house, didn’t you?” Gregory said.

He patted my shoulder with a heavy hand and adjusted his cuffs again, refusing to meet my eyes.

“You always were so gullible, sweetheart,” Gregory said.

“Why would you throw it away?

Did you even look inside?” I asked.

Pamela pushed her designer sunglasses up her nose, even though the sun had disappeared behind thick gray clouds two hours ago.

“Your father checked it weeks ago, Samantha,” Pamela said.