"How about I get my sister's photo? We can put it next to us while we do this."
"What is she thinking?
Idiot!"
I jumped up, throwing the blanket over Ashley's bewildered face.
This only made me more certain. There was more to Jane's death than met the eye.
At the accident scene, the police mentioned "brake failure," which might be the key to the whole thing.
I looked into the car's maintenance records. It had been serviced at the same auto shop several times recently.
After staking out the shop for a few days, I was surprised to spot Ashley there.
After that awkward night, Ashley didn't try to avoid me. Instead, she stayed at the house, acting as if nothing had happened.
I hinted to her that it wasn't proper for us, a man and a woman, to be living under the same roof alone.
But she just started crying and said, "Eric, this is your and Jane's home, and it's my home too. You promised to take care of me and Mom. You can't break your word!"
Jane had always been straightforward. Whatever she felt showed plainly on her face.
But Ashley... the more innocent she acted, the more uneasy I felt.