At My Father’s Graveside A Gravedigger Revealed The Coffin Was Empty And Handed Me A Key To The Truth

PART 2

A black SUV rolled into the lane two rows away and stopped with its engine running.

I pulled the storage door down, slipped inside, and lowered it until only a thin strip of daylight remained.

Footsteps approached slowly.

Then a man’s voice came through the metal door.

“Ms. Carter? We only want to talk.”

I said nothing.

Another voice followed, sharper this time.

“Your mother involved you in something she shouldn’t have.”

I opened the envelope with trembling hands.

The note was short.