my right.
Gerald looked at the folder. Then he looked at me.
“You’re serious,” he said.
“Entirely.”
Vivian had taken out her phone and was already dialing. Megan, I assumed. I waited. The pines moved in the wind off the lake. A red squirrel shot across the driveway and vanished into the brush. The whole scene was almost peaceful, if you could set aside continue reading …
