Amy’s questions had been centered around Savannah’s reasons for coming back to Midnight, interspersed with questions about Zach. Wishing for Faye’s knack for noncommittal replies, Savannah had kept her answers as vague as possible. Still, when she had finally managed to escape with a promise to call Amy soon, she still felt as though she’d given too much information.
Her day had gone from not so good to rock bottom the moment she’d walked into the hospital and asked to see Mosby. The man had died last night.
Was she being über-paranoid for thinking someone had hurried along his demise? Her job as a prosecutor had taught her to be wary, that coincidences were rare. Yes, they could happen. Mosby had been on his deathbed … she’d heard that news even before she had arrived back in Midnight. Still, she wondered. Was it mere coincidence that on the very day she started looking into a possible cover-up surrounding her parents’ deaths, the man who had investigated and closed the case on those deaths had died?
The doctor in charge of his case hadn’t bothered to hide his amusement when she had questioned him about hospital security. The idea that someone had come in and made sure Mosby died was ludicrous. The man had died of lung cancer and for no other reason. Requesting an autopsy was out of the question. Only hours after he died, Mosby was cremated. He’d had no family; his body had been disposed of in that manner per his wishes.
Other than Aunt Gibby, no one even knew that she suspected anything. And considering how upset Gibby had been, she wouldn’t have mentioned it to anyone. Since Mosby had died last night, her vague questions at the diner didn’t even come into play.
Savannah tried to push the idea of Mosby’s murder from her mind. It was too ridiculous to contemplate. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about it?
What now? Did she now go to Zach? What proof did she have yet? Absolutely none, of course. All she had were her grandfather’s vague suspicions, her own vaguer doubts, Aunt Gibby’s faint memories, and a dead former police chief. She had no doubt that Zach would listen to her concerns, but he couldn’t act on anything. Hell, there was nothing to act on. The only way she was going to uncover the truth was to keep digging.
If there was anything to her grandfather’s suspicions, someone knew something. They had to. The police and autopsy reports would be helpful, but she wasn’t going to get them until she told Zach. Why she was avoiding telling him wasn’t something she could clearly define. She knew there was still a distrust, but was it something more? After letting Henson and Clark Dayton go without charging either man, would he perhaps not bother to investigate her suspicions?
She simply had to have more proof. If she gave him irrefutable facts, he’d have no choice but to open up an investigation. But there were two people who needed to know right away. They would be as heavily invested in the truth as Savannah. On top of that, their input and expertise would be invaluable. Pressing speed dial on her cellphone, Savannah placed a call to Samantha.
“Savvy, hey,” Sammie said. “I was going to call you later. I wanted to apologize for—”
Savannah cut her off. “I need to talk to both you and Bri together. Can you hang on and let me get her on the line?”
Apparently recognizing the serious edge in her voice, Samantha answered, “Yes. I’ll wait.”
Savannah put her sister on hold and then hit speed dial for Bri.
Sabrina answered on the first ring. “Hey, Savvy, I’m headed out the door right now. Can I call you back tonight?”
“No, Bri. I’ve got Sammie on the other line. I need to talk to you both, right now.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Hold on.” Pressing the key to get Sammie’s call back, she said, “Okay, both of you there?”
Her sisters answered in unison, “Yes.”
“I was in the guesthouse yesterday and found something disturbing.”
“What?” Sammie asked.
“Did you know that Granddad wrote letters to Grandmother?”
“Yes,” Bri answered. “Remember he said he started them the day they met?”
“Yes, but he apparently didn’t stop until he died. I found letters all the way up to the day before he passed away.”
“I’m not surprised,” Sammie said. “He missed her so much.”
“But why is that disturbing?” Bri asked. “As cynical as I am, I think it’s sweet.”
“That’s not the disturbing part.” She took a breath. “In the letters, Granddad