safe.”
Nathan’s expression changed.
“My father was already dead.”
Mrs. Bennett went pale.
Then corrected herself.
“Your uncle.”
Nathan went still.
“Which uncle?”
“Raymond Coleman.”
I had heard that name only once.
Nathan’s father’s younger brother.
Family attorney.
Retired.
Still alive.
Mrs. Bennett continued:
“He took the papers.”
“Why?”
“He said Catherine had asked him to hold anything related to the boys’ health separately from the estate.”
Nathan looked stunned.
“Catherine expected something?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where is Raymond now?”
“Rhode Island.”
Nathan reached for his phone.
Then stopped.
Looked at me.
Facts first.
I nodded.
He called calmly.
“Uncle Raymond?”
A pause.
“It’s Nathan.”
Another.
“I need to ask you about Catherine’s medical papers.”
Long silence.
Then Nathan’s face changed.
“What do you mean, you’ve been waiting for me to ask?”
He listened.
Then looked at all of us.
Raymond apparently still had the documents.
Every page.
Every note.
