Borderline luxurious, it had none of the tile floor and metal file cabinetry Riley expected. Rather, it boasted plush carpet, rich furnishings, and fresh flower arrangements. Cheerful paintings of rolling landscapes bursting with colorful blooms hung on soothing blue walls. A light, sweet scent filled the air. Centered on the glass door in an italic font were the words Spinal Cord Injury Support. A plump woman with graying hair and a friendly smile greeted them as soon as they walked through the door. “How can I help you?” Riley spoke first. “We’re looking for Genevieve Steele. Is she available?” “You’ve found her,” the woman said. “Call me Genny. Genevieve was my grandmother, and I’m not that old yet.” Eyes sparkling, she gestured toward the love seat. “How can I help you folks?” Gage didn’t bother with small talk. As they sat, he asked, “Do you remember a volunteer by the name of Tom Rigby?”
