“These were in the safety-deposit box.” Digging into the bag, I pull out a picture of Garrett and Aubrey line-dancing and hold it up. “Not what I was expecting, but—” “Garrett was a complicated man, I know.” Goody closes the door behind her. “You all right?” I nod, swallowing. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be just fine.” “How like you to say that.” She offers me a soft smile. “Why don’t I believe you?”
