Accusations
“‘Responsible’? What do you mean?” Kevin slumped against the wall, struggling to keep his posture. He was drunk again. Just like he had been when he was supposed to take care of their grandfather. Nancy fumbled in her pocket and pulled out the ring. “This!” It is proof that you neglected grandpa Tuck on purpose. That you probably even took him out to the garden on purpose and left him there. You always hated the relationship me and grandpa Tuck had. And you always wanted him all to yourself.” Kevin looked even more confused. “That’s what you think? You think I’m some kind of criminal?”
Nancy took a deep breath. She had felt so sure of her suspicion but now she doubted everything. The ring, and the words engraved in it, glistened in the moonlight. “Nancy, 03021988.” Why would her grandfather wear a ring with her name and some random numbers on it for his funeral? What other possible reason could he have for wanting to wear that specific ring that she didn’t even know existed. It could only have been a clue. If only she could figure out what the numbers meant.
But what Kevin said next came as a complete surprise.