Who are you? I asked.
No one answered.
I am eighty years old, not five. Somebody tell me right now what’s going on in my house.
Sarah was taking a step towards me.
“Mom, the two gentlemen are an investigator and a lawyer. David is coming too.
I looked at Jake.
He didn’t look scared.
It looked sad.
And him?
Sarah was clutching her lips.
Jake is Linda’s son.
For a few seconds I didn’t understand.
Linda… our maid?
Jake was nodding.
Yes.
I felt I had to sit down.
Linda had worked for us for almost twelve years.
He had suddenly disappeared a few months before the death of my husband, RichardRichard.
He told me that he had stolen money and that he had fired it off.
I had never heard anything about her.
Why didn’t you tell me?
