Hunter’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t know. They were good friends. My mom and her. They got closer in the last few months of my mother’s life.” Hunter paused to fish out his cell from his shorts. He showed the screen to Dimas. Unknown number.He shrugged and answered. “Hello.” Hunter waved Dimas to come closer.
Dimas moved closer to Hunter to hear as Hunter lifted the receiver an inch from his ears.
“We logged in everything from the hotel and want you to take a look at a list to see which one was your stepfather’s and which one’s yours. Do you need anything right away?” The male voice asked.
“No sir, just my keys. I left behind some clothes, but I don’t need them this minute.”
“Are you still in town?”
“Yes, deputy. We’re here until the memorial. I’m still planning it. Looks the funeral home can do it but not tomorrow, but the following day.”