Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

the low hum of the refrigerator.

I set my phone down on the wooden placemat between us, the screen lighting up with the photo I had secretly snapped of the signature in the church basement while Russell was looking at his watch.

“Russell showed me the easement,” I said, clearing my throat.

Arthur did not look up from his toast immediately, his hand hovering continue reading …