“Did my father actually investigate them himself?”

“He hired a private investigator the day after you told him about the infidelity,” Penelope replied. “He didn’t leave a single stone unturned.”

I picked up the USB drive and asked what was on it.

“That’s a video of Tabitha trying to bribe your father’s hospice nurse to leak information about the will—just two days before he died.”

I sat there in total shock as Penelope explained that the nurse had alerted the authorities immediately.

Then she handed me another photograph, of my brother Kyle sitting with Tabitha at an elegant restaurant.

“Look at the next photo in the stack,” Penelope urged me.

The second photo showed Kyle leaving that same restaurant with a distraught expression and a check clutched in his hand.