CHAPTER 24March 1996
Frank stood at the front door of the Rawlson estate, enjoying the profusion of bright yellow daffodils flanking the large stone porch. A neatly dressed maid answered the door. Frank introduced himself. The maid smiled warmly and invited him in. He followed her into the foyer.
“I’ll tell Mrs. Rawlson that you’re here.”
Frank nodded politely. It seemed like years since he had been in this beautiful house. It didn’t seem as light and airy then. He had the feeling that the house itself had thrown off a great burden and was joyously happy to be free of it.
The original lab reports and the brokerage receipts were more than enough to convict Saunders of fraud. He confessed to being complicit in Charles Rawlson’s murder, and he was sentenced to fifty years. Frank would con
