The daughter wanted money. Doris wanted to stay out of a nursing home. Megan’s grandmother had never met Jeffrey, but had confirmed Doris used to live in the guest house. Jeffrey’s financial information revealed he had an active bank account and had been using credit cards. That was normal enough. At the sound of tires in the drive, Colleen rubbed her eyes and walked to the living room window. A steady stream of cars had pulled in and out of the driveway most of the afternoon, spewing people carrying trays of food and bunches of flowers. No black BMWs, however. She was glad Doris had such a strong support base, but Colleen wished she had an excuse to get into the house to search the file cabinets. Maybe later tonight, when everyone was gone. Assuming they’d leave. A green Chevy had been parked in front of the house for three hours, and sounds of laughter floated down from the open window. A hollow growl from her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten anything since the bagel this morning.
