Jared Cole, though, was known in the local business journals for his custom-tailored, vertically striped Italian silk shirts.

Sarah pulled out her phone, snapped a high-resolution photo of the drawing, and sent it straight to Iris Thorne’s private email.

Ten minutes later, Iris’s phone rang — an unregistered number.

“Is this Iris Thorne?” a gravelly, trembling voice asked.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“My name is Oscar Miller,” the man said, his breathing shallow. “I was the landscaper for the Cole estate five years ago. I left the state the morning after Nora Cole was reported dead.