Standing beneath the porch light were three people.
Margaret Ellis, my attorney, wore a charcoal coat and carried a slim leather folder against her chest.
Beside her stood Detective Evelyn Shaw from the financial crimes unit, a calm woman in her forties with dark hair pinned at the nape of her neck and eyes that missed very little.
And behind them, holding his hat in both hands, stood Frank Calder.
Frank had been my late husband’s ranch manager for twenty-six years.
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