The clubhouse had changed. It wasn’t loud anymore because nobody wanted to interrupt Casey while he worked through the boxes of documents Walter had protected for more than twenty years and nobody wanted to distract me while I sat surrounded by my mother’s journal.
For the first time since this investigation had begun I wasn’t chasing breadcrumbs someone else wanted me to find.
I was following her word. That thought stayed with me while I carefully turned another fragile page.
Drake walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee before placing one beside me.
“You’ve been here since six.” He said.
“I didn’t notice.” I said.
“I figured. You should eat.” He said sitting beside me.
“I will.” I said.
“When?” He asked and I smiled faintly.
“When Casey stops finding things.” I
