“Dear Stan,
Please forgive what happened this morning.”
I read every word.
Bradley, she explained, had become obsessed with controlling her affairs. He monitored her decisions, threatened former employees, and believed anyone close to her was manipulating her for money.
If he thought we remained in contact, he would target me next.
The brooch had never been stolen.
It was hidden inside the glove compartment.
Wrapped in a handkerchief.
Then came another surprise.
Harold needed a trustworthy driver.
Mrs. Whitmore had recommended me.
The note ended with words I’ll never forget.
“Thank you for treating a lonely old woman like a human being.
Eleanor.”
I rushed back to the car.
Inside the handkerchief sat the diamond brooch.
Beneath it was a cashier’s check for three thousand dollars.
The tears came instantly.
