Five Days Later
Shad slid open the glass doors that separated Gloria’s patio from the chattering guests in the living room. “You all right?”
Gloria stood beside the barbecue pit with her arms crossed. “I needed a breather.”
“The funeral was incredible.” He closed the doors. “Preston would’ve appreciated the effort you put into it.”
She pulled a tissue from the pocket of her tight, black dress. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About Preston having a secret.”
“Yeah?” He squinted, moving out the aim of the sun.
“I spoke to that detective again.” She pulled at the worn tissue. “The junior accountant for Preston’s company told him he found discrepancies in the reports.”
“Discrepancies?”
“Money being transferred to various accounts. The accountant said there was no reason for tha
