A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

to a whisper as our boss walked past the cubicle.

“He has a way of finding things out before you even decide to do them.”

The school parking lot was filled with the rumble of idling engines when I parked my station wagon near the yellow swing set at three o’clock.

The sky was the color of wet slate, and a cold wind was blowing dead maple continue reading …