IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL day. Most days in August in San Antonio were. The sun shone, birds sang, and kids played at the local park. I completed my run and stopped at the local coffee shop to get my favorite iced mocha when my phone let out a few buzzes. Melanie’s name popped up on the screen.
“Hi, Melanie. What’s up?” I answered as I slurped a big gulp of chocolatey, coffee goodness. “I thought we were meeting in a little bit?”
“We were, but this is too pressing to wait until you get here.” Panic edged in her voice causing my stomach to drop. Melanie was usually unflappable, and I have only seen her breakdown one time. That was before she met her fiancé, Pete.
“Ok.” Another slurp, and a rattle of ice.
“I just heard from Pete who heard from someone that Mr. Giffery died this morning.”
“What
