He was making bad investments, Clara.

He was shifting money around to hide his mistakes before he went out on the lake that morning.”

“What kind of mistakes?” I asked.

“The kind a proud man doesn’t tell his wife,” Dean said.

He reached past my arm and picked up the paper folder lying on top of the tackle cabinet.

“I’ve been carrying this estate for six years so you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess he left.”

“He didn’t leave a mess,” I said.