A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

“We are done here, Alan,” I said.

I rolled the window up, the glass separating his face from mine.

He stood there for three seconds, his reflection blocky and gray against the glass, before he turned back to his sedan and got in.

By six o’clock, the kitchen was warm from the oven, smelling of roasted chicken and the steam from the green continue reading …