Chapters (78)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Remarkable Praise for Nicci French
- Also by Nicci French
- About the Publisher
“I think so. He left everything to you and Alfie. But to do that you need to be clear about what that is. How much it’s worth. My brother said he’d look over it.”
“I’ll warn you,” said Danny. “It’ll be chaotic. Liam was wonderful with his hands. He could make anything. He could fix anything. He could fix things that weren’t designed to be fixed. But he couldn’t deal with money stuff. He paid bills when he remembered to or when someone reminded him. But he didn’t exactly have a filing system.”
“It probably doesn’t matter too much,” Jude said. “It’s all going to you.”
Danny stood up again.
“Camomile? Ginger? Mint? The mint is fresh from the garden.”
“Whatever’s most relaxing.”
“Camomile’s best. It might send you to sleep.”
She sat back down with two steaming mugs.
“So what do you want to do first? The bills and accounts and things are all over the place.”
The thought of it made Jude’s head ache.
“I’m tempted to say that we should start with the easy bit,” she said. “The things that Liam wanted to give to friends. From the look of it, he must have put a lot of thought into it. But maybe you could show me where the financial stuff is.”
Danny got up, opened a drawer and pulled out a bundle of rolled-up shopping bags. She handed them to Jude.
“You’re not going to find files and ledger books and spreadsheets. It’ll just be papers scattered around. You can put them in these.”
As they got up, they almost bumped into Vin, who was coming in. He smiled at Jude.
“Can’t keep away, eh?”
“She’s here on business,” Danny said. “Liam made her executor of his will.”
“Not just me,” said Jude, feeling the need to share the blame. “He made his brother executor as well.”
She was wearily expecting the questions she’d got from Liam’s parents and from Danny but Vin looked too surprised even to speak.
“You?” he said finally.
“I didn’t ask to do it.”
“It’s quite a document,” said Danny. “Lots of little bequests. He left you his circular saw.”
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“You don’t sound very happy,” said Danny.
“Well, we could have a bit of a philosophical discussion about whether it was his to give.” He stopped himself. “It was nice of him to think of me, I suppose. But I’d have to look up the details to see which of us actually paid for it.”
“Jude here is going to be going through it all,” said Danny.
Vin gave a grunt. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m not; I’m just handing it over to my brother.”
Jude and Danny were about to move away when Vin spoke again.
“When did he do this will?”
“Four months ago,” said Jude.