Chapter Sixteen
“So neither Erica nor Grace saw this person posing as Daniels?” Ramirez clarified, once we’d finished our conversation.
Leah shook her head. “Grace said Erica had talked to the real Mort Daniels both in person and on the phone and from the dates she could remember, it would have shortly before his death. After that, Erica couldn’t get him to return her calls and was barely communicating with him via email.”
“Grace, too,” I added, “though she’d never met Mort—either one of them—in person.” Something occurred to me. “Didn’t she mention she had at least talked to him? Which means Mort would have been replaced by the impostor by then.”
“You’re absolutely right. Of course, maybe it’s not surprising this fake Mort—or Mork, as I like to call him—wouldn’t want to talk to, much
