“When did he leave?”
“About twenty minutes ago.”
“Did he take anything?”
She shook her head.
Then stopped.
“His laptop.”
My stomach tightened.
“And the blue folder.”
“What blue folder?”
She looked at me.
“The one he keeps in the hall cabinet.”
I had never seen a blue folder.
I stepped past her.
“Show me.”
The cabinet beside the downstairs coat closet was mostly filled with old tax returns, appliance manuals, and insurance documents.
Eleanor pointed to the middle shelf.
“It was there.”
The empty space was obvious once I knew where to look.
“What was in it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You saw him take it?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“When he left.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“No.”
I turned toward the kitchen.
My mind was moving faster now.
Not revenge.
Not anger.
Questions.
Daniel had borrowed forty thousand dollars from his mother.
He had lied about my income.
