Reunion
“It’s not that I don’t trust my husband, Mr. Patterson.” She clasped her veined hands in the lap of her sun dress. “It’s just I’m afraid if he were to die suddenly, I’d either never know the truth, or it would show up on my doorstep.”
Most of the time I would have classified my newest case as run-of-the-mill divorce work with a twist. But while I’ve never understood how “trust” and “hire a P.I.” go together in the same sentence, my gut told me this particular lady wasn’t scratching around for court evidence.