"Ready?" Cameron called from the living room.
I wrapped the necklace carefully in white clothing to make sure it was secured and put it in my purse.
"Ready."
Grandma Brooke lived in a beautiful mansion in the Gold Coast neighborhood, a place she'd refused to leave even when Sherry had tried to convince her to move into a "more appropriate" senior facility.
The grandmother had told her, in no uncertain terms, that she'd leave her home in a coffin and not before.
I'd always loved that about her, her stubborn independence, her refusal to be managed or controlled by anyone else. She did what she wanted to do, no matter who she pissed off.
Cameron parked on the street, and I stared up at the familiar house sitting in the distance. I'd come here once a month for the past three years, had
