Thank God for busywork. I got to hide in my office for most of the day making phone calls. Worked for me, since my breasts were on full display in another woman’s stretchy shirt.

At least we didn’t have a meeting in the conference room today, which meant I wouldn’t see Roy. I needed to keep thoughts of him at bay so I could get my work done. I worked on the memorial service with Terrence, and then I set up what seemed like a million—but was only eleven—appointments for Lacey.

Back to the memorial service.

Next on my list.

Call priest at St. Andrew’s Parish and reconfirm time at the church.

Easy enough. I found the number and placed the call.

“St. Andrew’s.”

“Hi there. This is Charlie Waters at Wolfe Enterprises. I need to speak to…” What was his name? I had no idea. “The parish priest to confirm our memorial service for Mr. Wolfe.”

“Oh, of course. Let me connect you.”

A few seconds passed. Then,

“Father Jim here.”

My stomach dropped and my skin went cold.

Father Jim. Was this Roy’s Father Jim?

I cleared my throat. “Yes, hello, Father. This is Charlie Waters at Wolfe Enterprises. I’m just calling to reconfirm the memorial service for next week.” Another throat clear. “For Mr. Wolfe. Er…Derek Wolfe.”

“Yes, of course. It’s all scheduled on our end.”

“All right. Thank you, Father.”

“Not a problem. Happy to do it. Mr. Wolfe was a huge supporter of our parish. Did you know I gave all the Wolfe children their first communion?”

“No, I didn’t. That’s…interesting.”

“Tell me. Have you heard from Riley?”

“We haven’t. We’ve got the best PIs looking for her. I’m sure she won’t want to miss her father’s service.”

The lie tasted like moldy vegetables in my mouth. Why would Riley want to go to a memorial service for the man who molested her for her entire life?

“I’m not sure that’s the case, Ms. Waters,” Father Jim said through the phone. “Derek did dote on Riley, but her brothers have probably poisoned her against him.”

What? I wasn’t sure what to say about that, so I changed the subject. “Thank you for your time, Father. I look forward to your service.”

“We’ll do it up Wolfe style, just the way Derek would have wanted,” he said.

Wolfe style? This was a memorial service, not a gala event. Though from what I’d seen of the wake plans at the Waldorf, it might as well be a gala. The portion at the church, though? That should be sacred and solemn.

“I’m sure everything will be perfect,” I said. “Thank you, Father. Goodbye.”

“Ms. Waters?”

“Yes?”

“How are the boys doing?”

“The boys?”

“Derek’s sons, of course. I hear Rock is home and is heading up the company.”