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When I reached the Gray Ghost, Becca called. She sounded so fragile.
“Ran the phone logs for the Schwartzes. Bank records too.”
“Great! Anything interesting?”
“Bonnie’s calls were mostly to doctors,” she said as she took an audible breath. “A few to a company called Compassionate Care.” Another breath. “A handful to charities. Rare Disease Foundation. Campaign for Neuromuscular Research.”
“No surprises there.”
“Not many calls on Holly’s phone. Most to her mother. A couple to a George Peavey. Not sure who he is yet.” She paused for a moment and moaned quietly. “Final calls were night of the murder. One to Richard Delgado. Visiting nurse, I think. Last call was 911.”
“What about the bank records?”
“Expenses were typical household—Walmart, Safeway, utilities. Deposits were mostly d
