He’d had it installed while I was on a double shift.
A business card I’d found in his coat for a lawyer specializing in elder and estate law.
He’d waved it off as a referral for an elderly patient.
A new lock on David’s home office.
“Nothing to do with us,” he had said.
I had believed him.
I pulled off at the gas station.
I always filled up on Tuesdays.
I swiped my card and let the pump do its slow work.
That was when I noticed the boy.
That was when I noticed the boy.
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