“Peter, do you remember when I moved to Arizona?”
“Of course.”
“Do you remember the money I gave Daniel for the house?”
Silence.
Then his tone changed.
“Yes.”
“Was it a gift?”
“No.”
Relief went through me so quickly I nearly laughed.
“You’re certain?”
“I’m an accountant, Maggie. Certainty is the only interesting thing about me.”
I sat down.
“Do you have anything in writing?”
“I might.”
“Might?”
“I closed the office. Most records were digitized.”
My pulse began pounding.
“Peter, Daniel says there was paperwork.”
“There was.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t want to answer from memory.”
I stared out the window at palm trees moving softly in the evening wind.
“When can you check?”
“Now.”
I heard a chair scrape.
Then footsteps.
A door opening.
Keys.
