“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“Nearly certain?”
“She was carrying a few envelopes—”
“She always walks to get the mail in the morning!” she says. “I can show you pictures! I’m coming there right now. Is she in surgery? Did she break her hip? She fell last spring and broke her left hip. Did she tell you that?”
“I’m very sorry,” I say. “Despite all life-saving efforts, our patient died.”
There’s a pause, and then— “Where’s the mail?”
“The mail?”
“You said you had mail,” she says. “I’ll come get it. Don’t throw it away.”
She starts to cry. I let her sob for a moment, and then just when I’m about to interrupt to tell her to meet us at the morgue, she hangs up.
