My name is Jill Gooder and I’m a private investigator, having taken over the family business some years ago when my adoptive father died. As soon as I was old enough, I’d tried to make contact with my birth mother, but she hadn’t wanted to see me. I was crushed at the time, but I tried to forget all about her. Then, I got the call to say she was dying. Why would she wait until then to see me? And why would she use her last few breaths to hurt me with those awful words?