As soon as Crystal Foster and Martin Riley got into the car after leaving the cemetery, Crystal noticed a man across the street getting out of a vehicle, holding a bouquet of orange lilies.
"Is that him?" Crystal furrowed her brow, as if piecing something together.
"What's up? Who is that guy?" Martin asked, glancing over just as a light rain began to fall. The man opened an umbrella, obscuring his face.
"He's Philip Allen, my senior when I was an exchange student abroad. His nephew, Kenneth Mitchell, is Otto's good friend at school," Crystal explained, her eyes lingering on the bouquet of lilies in his arms, a suspicion forming in her mind.
"The person leaving flowers at my grave might be Philip Allen," she mused. Crystal wasn't being vain, but Philip's sudden appearance here with those orange lilies made it hard not to connect the dots.
"Were you close to him?" Martin inquired.
