“Standard practice back then when a family lost a dependent.”

“Claire wasn’t a dependent on Frank’s store account,” I said.

“Put that binder back in the box, Mara.”

“Then why did the check clear into your personal account two days after the date on her death record?”

Gene bent down and yanked the ledger out of my hands before I could shut the cover.

“Because Frank couldn’t hold a pen that week,” Gene said, heading for the hall door.

“Now put those drawers back together and get yourself down to the hospice.”