“Not our taxes,” she had answered.

“Just something I don’t want lost.” I had been late for a construction meeting and promised to ask her about it after dinner.

I never did.

A detective from the county sheriff’s department introduced himself as Adams.

He asked permission to record our conversation and began with Rachel’s medical history.

I told him about her yearly physicals, her work, and the headache she had mentioned the day before she collapsed.

Then I told him about Kyle taking over the funeral arrangements.