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“Mr. Thornburg, please. Autumn, uh, Clarke, calling.”
The name she grew up with felt awkward. Saying it aloud took her off center.
“One moment.”
“Hello, Ms. Clarke.”
“Mr. Thornburg, have funeral arrangements been made for Oxnard?”
“I’ve made arrangements to cremate the body once the medical examiner is finished with it. The remains will reside in the family mausoleum at Forest Hills. By the way, as a relative, you also have a space reserved for you when the time comes.”
Autumn’s breath caught at the thought of being part of the Peabody clan for eternity. Her father chose his final resting place under a tree at Forest Hills. He and her mother purchased the plots years before they needed them.
“Has anyone considered doing a memorial service for him?”
“Nothing that’s been
