Little pieces of paper flew from one folder to the next on the screen when Lucy came into the room. She handed me a steaming mug of French roast with milk. “There’s a fresh pot of this in the kitchen, and the quilts are back in your room.” “Thanks, Luce. I’m going to be up for a while.” “So, what are you looking for?” “While I’m waiting for Dixie’s call, I’m going to dive into Claire’s files and see what I can dig up.” Lucy yawned. “Well, unlike some people we know, I didn’t sleep all day. Ray and I are going to turn in now. Feel free.” She gave a generous wave toward the house. I knew this was Lucy’s shorthand for Take what you need. Mi casa es su casa. A melodic prompt from the computer told me the files were downloaded. Scrolling down the list I stopped at the James Trueville folder. Would Claire’s ex-husband have a reason to want her dead? I double clicked on the folder and read the most recent document first. March 13 James: I trust the enclosed documents will finally put an end to all the wrangling of the past.
