HARRY GRISSOM HAD told me to stay here. He’d reminded me that New York City didn’t come to a stop when I
left town. I felt a little disappointed when I realized Harry might be right.
I reached out to Maggie Chin, who assured me that she had things handled for the next few days.
It did make me feel a little better. But I was still anxious. Anxious about what might happen here, and anxious about
the bombing case. I didn’t want to dwell on it.
I called Mary Catherine back and Face Timed with the kids for a few minutes, regaling them with stories of Fido the
spitting llama and promising to send photos.
After the exhaustive events of the day, I fell de eply asle ep, and woke up a little confused to find myself in an
unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar house.
I checked my phone and saw that it was nearly 7:30.
I’d sl ept ten full hours. That was something that didn’t happen very often. I was used to missing sle ep when I was
on a big case, not oversle eping. I didn’t feel the usual excitement at attacking the day and solving a case.
Instead, I dressed in the nicest clothes I’d brought, to attend an impromptu memorial for Gary’s friend and
bookke eper, Lillian Mathis. Not having anticipated anything like this, Rob Trilling borrowed a suit and tie from his
brother. I hadn’t met Lillian but knew I couldn’t miss the event.
The whole Trilling family might need some support.
By 8:15, the three of us were all over at Mona Trilling’s house. She must have been up all night pr epping. The
kitchen was lined with disposable foil pans filled with casseroles, sandwiches, bags of chips, and a s eparate box
holding liters of off-brand soda. I had no idea how the woman had managed to make so much food in such a short
amount of time. It was all intended for the rec eption at the hall, following Lillian’s memorial service.
By the time we loaded everything into her Dodge Ram 1500, there was barely enough room for passengers. Mona
insisted we all ride together, so I crammed into the rear seat with the Trilling brothers, each of us balancing foil pans
on our laps.
Chet Trilling sat in the front passenger seat. He looked dapper in a simple blue suit with a dark tie. He also wore a
fedora. I didn’t see many fedoras in New York anymore. He made it look classy and interesting.
The service for Lillian Mathis was held at a small nondenominational chapel outside the town limits of Palm Island.
As soon as we parked, Mona recruited a half dozen younger people to help bring food and drinks into the small
rec eption hall next to the church.
There were probably fifty people in the church. Gary mentioned to me that all the residents of Palm Island were in
attendance. Most of the other people here were friends and relatives. Lillian had been popular; you could see it in
the response of the mourners.
I sat in the second row, with Gary and Rob Trilling on my right. Lillian’s death had clearly hit Gary hard. I
appreciated the way Rob had his arm around his brother’s shoulders, trying to comfort him.
A young woman squeezed down our aisle and took a seat next to Trilling. She had long, straight black hair and a
beautiful face.
I leaned toward Chet to ask who she was.
The older man glanced down the aisle and said, “I’m not sure about her name. I know she’s always nice to me. I
think she might be dating my grandson Rob.”
I did a double take and looked more closely at the woman. She’d taken a seat right next to my partner, and they
clearly knew each other. She reached past him to pat Gary on the leg in a show of support—then leaned so that her
whole body was pressed against Rob Trilling’s arm.
Certainly, I had a hard time grasping how young people dated today. I wasn’t even that good at it when I was on the
dating scene myself. But this confused me completely.
Admittedly, when it came to Trilling’s relationship with my daughter, I wasn’t even entirely sure if they were
actually dating or just very good
friends. Rob Trilling never struck me as a womanizer or a cheater. But this seemed over the top.
On the other hand, I did note that my partner didn’t look at all comfortable with this girl being so close to him.
But right before a memorial service was not the moment to ask questions. It was all something that could wait for
another time.