once kept every bank envelope and handwritten attorney note.
That drawer was empty now.
Daniel must have searched it.
Margaret almost smiled.
Robert had predicted that too.
Two weeks before he died, he had sat in Mary Caldwell’s office with his coat folded across his lap and said, “If they come looking, they’ll look where they remember things used to be.”
Mary had looked at Margaret then.
“And where will the real documents be?”
“In her purse,” Robert had said.
Margaret had told him not to talk like that.
Robert
