My mother brought half a dozen boxes to my room—her not-so-subtle way of telling me I wasn't done. Granddad stood in my bedroom doorway scratching his chin. He told me to take a break, and I followed him downstairs. My mother sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and su...
"Anybody who followed the case could have done it." I sat on the edge of my bed and watched him pace. I'd shown him the petals and the note as soon as I got home. But I hadn't shown my mother. I didn't know whether to be scared or angry. "Someone's idea of a stupid joke," ...
