She managed to persuade Aunt Lily to stay on at Keepers for a few more days. Aunt Lily and her dad had always been quite close. More selfishly, she also wanted space for herself. “You sure you don’t mind?” “Not in the least,” Aunt Lily beamed. “I’m going to teach your dad to cook.” Good luck to you, Helen thought. She’d never seen her dad do anything more culinary than make a cup of tea. “Aunt Lily,” Helen began. “Did you notice a guy wearing sunglasses at the funeral, a stocky chap, of medium height and build?” “Uh-huh, I think I know the one.” “Who is he?” Aunt Lily shrugged. “No idea. I presumed you knew who he was.” “No. It’s odd, don’t you think?” “Strangely enough, anyone can attend funerals.” “Really,”