I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

Gray jacket. Hair pinned tight. I’d met her twice in person and once over a midnight fraud call out of Phoenix. Denise was the kind of woman who made grown men start over from the beginning.

She held out the sealed envelope.

“Brittany Cole Bennett?”

Brittany didn’t take it.

My brother stepped in first. “I’m her husband. You can talk to me.”

Denise turned continue reading …