I left the shaken widow with Daisy, following Joyce upstairs and catching her before she could close her door behind her. From the guarded look in her eyes she knew exactly why I was there, so I didn't bother to pretend I was offering fresh towels.

"You know why Don owed money he couldn't repay," I said.

She exhaled like she'd been holding her breath, cheeks pink from either the exertion of her climb up the stairs to the second floor or just from nervousness, ...