“Mom, you’re not getting any younger,” Robert would say, parroting his wife. “This place is too much for you.” But it wasn’t too much. It was my life.

A young detective with sharp eyes approached. “I’m Detective Roxane Merrick. I understand your grandson may have information.”

I explained again about Danny’s call. She exchanged a glance with Tom. “We need to speak with Danny as soon as possible.” When I tried calling his phone, it went straight to voicemail.