I put a grimace.
“I want to know who.”
“I bet that’s how the woman knew I should come back and wait for their next date. She reappeared the following week, raised a scandal and my paralegal caught her photographing pages of a file cart on her way out. We had to change the door codes. And as for the note you mentioned in that package, I have a threatening letter in my drawer that could be the same.”
“Did you leave any name?”
“Jillian.”
“We had to change the gate codes.”
The name meant nothing at first. So, everything made sense.
Lily had mentioned her name once, months ago, a woman who claimed to be a distant cousin of her biological mother.
My daughter told me she was going to finish the conversation. I barely noticed.
I sat in the car for a long time.
Jillian wanted something.
