I looked from Beckett to the prosecutor.
“How did my grandfather die?”
Neither answered immediately.
The silence was more frightening than any accusation.
“My parents said it was a heart attack.”
“That was the official cause,” Beckett said.
“Official?”
“Walter claims Harold believed someone was tampering with his medication.”
Wyatt stood again, this time without apology.
“You think they killed him?”
“We don’t know,” Lena Morris replied. “The body was cremated, so proving poisoning after twelve years may be difficult.”
My grandfather’s funeral flashed through my mind.
My father had stood beside the casket greeting mourners with red eyes and shaking hands.
My mother had held Melanie close.
I had been fifteen, lost and confused.
I remembered asking why Grandpa’s silver watch had disappeared.
Dad told me it had been sold to pay hospital bills.
Now I wondered whether anything from that time had been true.
“Why was Walter in their basement?” I asked.
