EPILOGUE
September 2, 2014, 2:30 p.m.
1908 Port Colony Way
Tampa, Florida
The afternoon sky was clear and bright. A weather front had passed through from the northeast, bringing rare cool temperatures to Tampa Bay. Taking advantage of this extraordinary gift in the late summer, Gretchen, John, Tim, and Heather Giordano decided to have the meeting with Yvette Grimes-Stone and her husband, Randy, at the wooden table, next to the pool on the lanai.
The presence of Margaritas would blur the somber nature of the gathering. The group sat around the big table on the lanai.
“What did your lawyer say about Judge Holiday’s ruling?” Tim asked his mom.
“What could he say? We lost,” Gretchen answered, as she sipped her drink.
“He didn’t rule against you, mom. He said he’d take your motion under
