“I’m sure you’re tired, but it’s not that far,” Danny said, taking Iris’s elbow as they descended the front porch steps. “And I thought you might enjoy the walk. I guess you don’t really need your coat. Because you know where we’re going, don’t you?”
She paused, gazing around the yard—the weathered outhouse, the fire pit with its ashes and char, the bits of trash scattered among the conifers—as though she’d never seen it before. Or knew she’d never see it again. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” Iris said, then pointed toward Rashid’s vehicle. “And I would like that jacket, if you don’t mind.”
Some part of Danny couldn’t refuse her. But he didn’t remove her handcuffs, just settled her coat over her shoulders before steering her away from the driveway.
“This way,” he said, heading ins
