disease-free. She had bad osteoporosis and a curved spine but that was about it. She died from water in the lungs. Asphyxiation, technically.”
“So what made her fall?”
“She was using a walker, the ground might have been slick from some of the water from the fountain falling there. She goes down, hits her head, becomes unconscious, and drowns in twenty-four inches of water. It happens.”
“I wonder how often?”
“Once is enough in this case.”
“Nothing else suspicious on the body?”
“No defensive wounds, no ligature marks, no other bruising that would indicate someone had attacked her.”
Puller nodded. That corresponded to what he’d found. “Tox screens?”
“Won’t be back for a while. But I saw no signs of poisoning, if that’s where you’re going. And there were no indications of abuse of alcohol or drugs.”
“I think the most my aunt ever had was a glass of wine. At least that I remember.”
“The post bore that out. As I said, except for the spinal issues, she was in remarkable shape for someone her age. She had quite a few years left to go.”
“My aunt wrote a letter. In that letter she was concerned about something in Paradise. Any idea what she could have meant?”
“What sort of concerns did she have?”
“People not being who they seemed. Mysterious happenings at night.”
“Like I said, I just got here six months ago. I don’t know enough people to be aware if they are who they are or not. And mysterious happenings? If she counts parties of drunk guys and gals parading half-naked down the main strip at two a.m. as being mysterious then she’s got my vote.” “So nothing else you can tell me?”
“Afraid not. I know it seems senseless, Agent Puller. But accidents do happen.”
“Yeah, they do.”
But what Puller was thinking was,
He wasn’t just spontaneously thinking this. He had just seen the car pass by the front of the cafe and stop near his Corvette. The window came down and he was pretty sure he saw a flash. They had taken a picture. Before he could even think of racing after them, the Chrysler drove away.
“Agent Puller, is everything all right?”
He refocused on her. “Everything’s cool.”
“I hope I was able to allay your concerns about your aunt.”
“I think my concerns are right where they should be.”
CHAPTER 24
As Puller was leaving the cafe his phone buzzed.
“Puller,” he said.
“Mr. Puller, this is Griffin Mason, you called my office about your aunt?”
Puller said, “That’s right. Can we meet tonight or is it too late?”
“I’m still at my office if you’d care to come by. You know the address?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Puller got in the Corvette and was at the lawyer’s office two minutes early. It was in a former residential area where the homes had been turned into small businesses. It was two blocks off the water and Puller assumed the land was worth more than the houses. But then again maybe that applied to pretty much all the homes on this narrow strip of earth with bay water on the north side and warm Gulf water to the south. A late-model Infiniti coupe was parked in the concrete driveway.
The front door was unlocked and Puller walked into a small reception area. There was no one there. Puller assumed the hired help had long since departed.
“Mr. Mason?” he called out.
A door off the reception area opened and a short, flabby man stood there. He had on gray pinstriped pants, braces to hold them up, although his ample belly probably needed no help to do that, and a white starched dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had a short graying beard and his glasses were thick enough to be called Coke bottles.
“Mr. Puller?”
“That’s me.”
“Please come in.”
They settled in Mason’s office, which was comfortably furnished in leather and soft, dark woods. A bookshelf held a staggering number of weighty legal tomes, and file folders were stacked against walls and also covered his desk, where there was also a computer.
Puller said, “Business looks good.”
“Frankly, a trusts and estates lawyer in Florida is a no-brainer from a business point of view. You don’t have to be a brilliant attorney. You just have to be competent and have a pulse. The average age of my clientele is seventy-six. And they keep coming. I’ve had to turn business away even after hiring an associate two years ago. I might have to hire a second lawyer if things keep going that way.”
“Nice problem to have. Now, about my aunt?” “Just as a legal technicality, could I see some ID please?”
Puller pulled out his cred pack and showed Mason, who smiled and said, “Your aunt spoke very highly of you.”
“I hadn’t seen her in a while.” As soon as he finished the statement he felt a pang of guilt.
“Well, it didn’t diminish one iota her admiration for you and what you’ve accomplished.”
“I’m just an Army grunt. There are lots of us.” “Don’t be modest, Agent Puller. I was never in the military but my father was. World War II. Your aunt told me about the medals you’ve earned. Quite impressive.”
Puller wondered who had told his aunt about this. He didn’t think it was his father. The old man just wasn’t that into his sons’ lives.
“I tried to phone her when my father received a letter from her,” said Puller. “No one answered. Then I discovered what had happened. I understand that my aunt had a caregiver. A Jane Ryon?”
“I know Ms. Ryon. She’s a very capable young woman. She has lots of clients in town.”
“I look forward to meeting her.” Puller paused. “It was quite a shock to hear my aunt was dead.”
“I know. It was very shocking to me as well. She had some physical problems, but she seemed very strong mentally. I thought she would live to be a hundred.” He moved some papers around on his desk. “You say she wrote a letter to your father? Is that why you came down?” “Yes. I thought it was time to pay her a visit.” Puller was not going to reveal to him what was in the letter. “Did she have a will?”
“Yes, she did. And I can tell you the contents. I refreshed my memory on them after I got your call.”
“What are they?”
“With the exception of a few minor bequests, she left everything to you.”
Puller stared at the man. This was not something he had ever expected.
“To me? And not my father?”
“Not unless your father is Chief Warrant Officer John Puller Jr.”
“No, he’s a three-star, retired. I’m the CWO.” “Then you get it all.” He paused. “You seem surprised?”
“I am. Like I said, we hadn’t been in contact for many years. I didn’t even know she knew my current rank. It was very recent.”
“She had no children. And her husband had passed on. And as I said, she thought very highly of you. Was quite proud. Called you the son she wished she’d had.”
This statement hit Puller like a sucker punch to his kidneys. “Okay,” he said slowly, for he could think of nothing else to say.
