IT’S NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE to concentrate on work for the rest of the day. I don’t see Mackenzie though, so thank God for small favors.
I park in my driveway that night and sit in the car for a long time, staring out through the windscreen at my house. No rain today, just cold air. Before I turn off my headlights, I notice my front lawn is getting long. I’ll have to mow it soon. I’ll have to buy a mower. And learn how to use it!
My phone rings as I grab my stuff out of the car—unknown number. “Hello?”
“Ms. Solder?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“This is Detective Bryce. Have I caught you at a good time?”
I mentally groan. “Sure.”
“I’m wondering how things are going?”
I shove my bags back into the car and plonk down in the driver’s seat, pulling out my notebook. I go through what I’ve learned. It i
