“Miss Ashford,” he said.

“That’s me,” I said, straightening in my chair. “Can I help you with something?”

“My name is Jonathan Woods,” he said. He drew a business card from his breast pocket. It was cream-colored and embossed.

“Woods and Associates. Attorneys at Law.”

“I was your grandmother’s lawyer,” he said.

“My grandmother?” I asked, a hard breath hitting me. “Genevieve passed away three years ago.”