TWELVE
Five days following Eneida’s death, Detective France entered Rachel’s office, surprising her.
Rachel stood to greet him from behind her desk. “Hello, Detective. Come in and have a seat.” She probably looked to the detective like she was going to a funeral because she was all in black.
“Thank you.” He sat in the chair, looking like he had news to tell. “I thought you’d want to know that Eneida’s daughter is taking charge of the body and preparing for her to be cremated.”
“Really?”
“I believe it had to do with finances. And Eneida’s will.”
“Oh, so she did have a will…I thought she would have one,” Rachel said, nodding. “She would want the shelter taken care of after her death.”
“Yes, apparently all the money she left in her will and life insurance is to go to the shelter. Some
