Finally, she said, “I know Arthur became very sick. I know he
disappeared from company life almost a year ago. I do not know enough to
tell you anything else over the phone.”
Mason looked at Walter.
The old man lowered his eyes.
For the first time since leaving prison, Mason understood that
uncertainty could hurt almost as much as grief.
But uncertainty was still different from Victoria’s certainty.
Naomi told him to wait at a diner across from the cemetery.
She arrived forty minutes later carrying a leather briefcase and the
expression of someone who had been expecting this day for years.
She did not hug him.
She simply looked at his face and said, “Arthur never stopped believing
there was something wrong with your case.”
Mason nearly broke apart right there.
Instead, he closed his hand around the key.
“Then let’s find out what he left me.”
