Not then. I didn’t need to. I knew exactly what he’d seen.
His name, on a deed to a house worth almost two million dollars.
And he’d decided that was enough.
The next morning, Pearl knocked on my door at the point. I’d driven out the night before. I couldn’t stand being in Wilmington with that envelope.
She was holding a card. Heavy, cream-colored, with a gold border. The kind of card that costs four dollars each.
“This came in my mailbox yesterday,” Pearl said. “I’m fairly sure it was
