My face went three shades paler. I sprang out of bed as if a spring had been placed under me and looked at Lucke in disbelief. He had to be lying; this time I didn't believe a word he said. My mother had died at the hands of a thief, a robbery gone wrong, that's what the police had said. He had to be lying! It couldn't be true.
"It's not true!" I exclaimed, horrified.
Lucke remained seated, but he wasn't looking at me. He looked miserable, with his head down, his shoulders slumped in defeat. What was wrong with him? I needed the strong Lucke, the cold Lucke, not this one. I needed to know the truth.
"He was bankrupt, he had lost all the money from my mother's death in bad investments. So he probably decided to get a new wife and do the same as with my mother, take out a good life insura
