Before either brother could answer, the funeral director walked to the back of the chapel and locked the doors. The sharp click echoed through the room.
My brothers turned and froze. Standing there were my father’s private attorney, two detectives, and Nurse Celeste Ward, her face pale and trembling.
Detective Ramos stepped forward and showed his badge. “No one is leaving until we finish a conversation.”
Grant’s confidence disappeared. Owen suddenly looked like he couldn’t breathe-
