Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

savings from Father’s estate,” he said, his fingers tightening around his ring again. “Just twenty thousand would stop the foreclosure.”

I looked at the window, where the pale autumn sun was beginning to cast long shadows across the floorboards.

“The police report is already drafted, Julian,” I said. “It is sitting in Raymond’s desk drawer.”

He looked continue reading …