A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

the county court. “It only took five months. It felt like five years.”

“You are officially done, Stacey,” I said.

She leaned back against the cushions, letting her hands fall to her sides. The white paper rustled against her wool slacks as she shifted her weight.

“He still thinks I am staying at my sister’s place in Toledo,” Stacey said, her voice dropping continue reading …