opened the passenger door of the sedan, then walked around to the driver’s side.
I sat quietly, holding the envelope in my lap.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
The city passed in pale streaks of light.
“Tell me about Victor,” I said.
Daniel kept his eyes on the road.
“He was Claire’s attorney for twelve years. He managed the legal side of her foundation and several private trusts.”
“Did she trust him?”
“She trusted his work.”
“That isn’t the same thing.”
“No.”
“Did you?”
“I did.”
“And now?”
