“Megan,” she said with a tight, patronizing calm.

“Officer Reed warned you.

You can’t just call my private number.”

“Fifty thousand dollars,” I said.

“Paul had a supplemental life insurance policy that cleared probate last week.

The cashier’s check is deposited in Arthur’s trust account.”

She turned her back to the driveway as the movers carried a table up the ramp.

“Why would you give me Paul’s money?” she asked.