“There may have been a letter.”
“What did it say?”
“I don’t know. Garrett opened it.”
“Where is it now?”
“I have no idea.”
Detective Ruiz looked at the note again.
“Whoever sent these flowers knows about the trust, your grandmother, and a possible second will.”
“Garrett?”
“He is legally barred from contacting you. This would be a serious violation.”
“That has never stopped him before.”
“No,” she said. “But the florist’s records show the order was paid in cash.”
“By whom?”
“A woman.”
I thought of my mother.
Then of Priya.
Then of people I had not considered in years.
“Did the florist describe her?”
“They provided security footage.”
Ruiz opened her phone and showed me a still image.
The woman wore a dark coat and a scarf over her hair. Her face was turned away from the camera.
But in her hand was a cane with a silver handle shaped like a swan.
