Chapter 55 ~ January 2 Secret SantaCamelia was perched on the edge of the sofa, clutching her iPad in one hand and a vodka soda in the other, alone in the comfortably silent house. She dialed Byron’s mobile, sipping at her drink. She realized she wasn’t supposed to be drinking, and put it on the coffee table, as if Byron had some sort of sixth sense.
“Hey Byron. Happy New Year!”
“What’s up?” The terseness of Byron’s response told Camelia all was not forgiven.
“I’ve got a bit of a problem on my hands and wanna ask you a coupla questions, if you’ve got a few minutes.”
“It can’t wait?” Byron said.
“No, I’m sorry, but I won’t take much of your time. It’s not work related, though. It’s about my aunt. No one seems interested in the sudden death of an 85-year-old woman, but the cops are very
