Then the audit came.
Silas was arrested in Florida, where he’d been living under a different name for fifteen years. He confessed within hours, weeping that Roland had “owed him” for a bad investment. The fire had gotten out of control faster than he’d expected. He hadn’t meant to kill Dina. He hadn’t known Marisol was home. An Innocent Man
Eli didn’t look up from the dissembled movement under his magnifier. “Hands are just hands.” Then the audit came
He returned to Meriden. The shop was intact—neighbors had kept the windows clean, swept the stoop. On the counter, the photograph still stood: the laughing woman in the sunflowers. swept the stoop. On the counter
For the first time, someone asked who she was.