“Tell me everything you know about Nancy and your father,” I told Carl, placing the bills on the dirty counter. I kept my fingers on the bills to prevent him from snatching them.
“I can tell you what I know,” he offered.
“Alright, go ahead,” I said, nodding to him. I raised an eyebrow, expectantly.
“Nancy was one of the good ones. One of the kindest, gentlest, most amazing women I’ve ever met. Granted, I didn’t see her much because I was traveling and off at boarding school. Dad didn’t like me around, especially when Nancy was there,” Carl said. He contorted his face bitterly.
“I’m sure he had his reasons,” I muttered. “Go on, please.”
“Nancy worked for a non-profit. She spent a lot of time raising money for good causes. I’d say she was a modern-day saint,” he went on, smirking at
