“We need something solid,” Arthur said, opening his yellow pad.

“A money trail, a written threat, or a sworn statement from a medical professional.”

“Julian asked me for money last month,” I said.

“He told me his real estate project was just running behind.”

Arthur jotted three short lines on his notepad before looking up at me again.

“Keep your eyes open, Brenda,” Arthur said.

“A man who’s hiding desperation usually leaves a paper trail behind him.”

At six o’clock I was filling my kettle at the kitchen sink when the back screen door clicked open.