Chapter 81:
The cruiser's taillights disappear around the bend and I'm still standing on the porch with Grace on my hip.
She's chewing my collar. She's got no idea.
"Okay," I say out loud. To nobody. To the trees. "Okay."
And then I do exactly what he told me to do.
I call Miss Okonkwo.
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She's at the glass house in twenty minutes.
Not twenty-five. Twenty. She drives like a woman who's been waiting her whole career for a phone call like that one.
"Tell me everything," she says. "From the beginning. Don't leave anything out."
I tell her about Holloway on the porch. The estate. The probate filing. And then the trooper and the warrant and the no bail.
Miss Okonkwo writes.
"That's not legal," she says, when I'm done.
"What?"
"That." She taps her pen on the paper. "A private es
