"I'll check in with him tomorrow." Jeremy perused the sheet, nodding with approval. "This gives me a place to start."

"There's something else, if you turn the page over," I said. "My mother was apparently involved with a charity—Children's Support Network. She was sending cash to Kade's mother from the charity, but Kade didn't know anything about it until we found the envelopes in my mom's house today."

"My mother didn't even know the money was coming from Laura," Kade interjected. "The envelopes were sent from the charity, but we found several at Laura's house."

Jeremy's eyes gleamed with interest. "There's a tie between your two mothers? That's odd."

"Everything is odd," I said. "Kade and I can't figure out what the connection is. His mother, Louise Beckham, has always lived in New York, and to my knowledge, my mother has never been there, or if she has, it was only for a quick trip."

Jeremy looked back at the information I'd given him, then lifted his gaze to mine. "Your brother-in-law filled me in on the circumstances surrounding your mother's alleged death in New Orleans. But he couldn't provide the name of the friend she went to help."

"I don't know who that is, either. My father would know, but he hasn't been in touch with anyone. We're worried about him, too."

"Steve gave me the information on your dad; I'm going to try to find him as well."

"Good. There's one other thing. My mother was attacked at the hospital this morning. The police have put security on her room now, so hopefully no one else can get in. Also, earlier today, her house was ransacked while I was at the hospital. Someone was definitely searching the house for something."

"Got it." Jeremy said with a nod. "Before I go, getting back to the link between your mothers, Mr. Beckham… How did you end up living in the downstairs unit of Ms. Landry's mother and what is your relationship with Laura Hawthorne?"

Kade's lips tightened. He was probably getting tired of everyone assuming he had a sugar mama.

"We met two years ago," Kade replied. "Laura was an art patron. She helped me get a show here in the city and offered me a place to stay while I was getting ready for it. We've had several conversations in the past month. We had dinner together twice and coffee another time, but our discussions never got too personal. And, no, we're not romantically involved. We're not having sex. We're friends."

"There are a couple of men who've approached me who seem to be friends with my mother," I interjected. "I noted them on the sheet. Mark Harrison said he met my mother at the Harding School of the Arts, where his stepdaughter goes. Tom Wells is a neighbor who said he dated my mother in the past, but he hasn't seen her in a while."