Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

said, his knuckle tapping the glass of the frame. “Just a clever little fox trying to find a hole to slip into.”

Raymond’s office smelled of radiator heat and dry wax. I sat in the low leather chair while Raymond lifted a stack of deeds from his desk, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Did Arthur ever speak to you about the land?” I asked.

Raymond cleared continue reading …