“Tell me everything you know about Nancy and your father,” I told Carl, placing the bills on the dirty counter. I kept my fingers on the bills to prevent him from snatching them.

“I can tell you what I know,” he offered.

“Alright, go ahead,” I said, nodding to him. I raised an eyebrow, expectantly.

“Nancy was one of the good ones. One of the kindest, gentlest, most amazing women I’ve ever met. Granted, I didn’t see her much because I was ...