Phillip chuckled lightly. "That's my girl, always thinking of others." He released her and grasped her shoulders with both hands, gazing into her eyes. "How're you doing?"
"I've never felt better in my life," she said and meant it.
***
Driving through the iron gates of the retirement community where Milton Spender lived, Amanda saw nothing like the retirement homes she'd seen before, or even imagined a retirement community could be. The sprawling, perfectly manicured facilities had to be exclusive to the very, very rich. No one of middle-class means could afford such a place, so how would a retired cop be living in such a community?
Designed around a massive park with sprawling flower beds of roses, gardenias, and mature rhododendrons, all covered with red, white, and yellow flowers, t
