I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

guests. I’d stepped away several times to accept condolences. To hand out programs.

And I remembered one of the daughters standing nearby, watching.

“Wait. The funeral home has security cameras.”

The detective looked up. “What?”

“Yesterday. At the funeral. I left my purse unattended several times. Please. Check the footage.”

I’d set it down on a chair while continue reading …