The week moved at the pace of a frozen alpine river. Each day, each hour, each minute, Ada half expected the detectives to arrive and arrest her. She jumped at every sound, and sleep became elusive. Josh’s company was the only thing that kept her sane. That and Matt’s calls. He’d rung to warn her they were firing ammunition, and she was grateful when the gunfire started.
After eight at night, she sat on her deck with Archie rubbing against her legs. Josh sat outside his camper van, talking on the phone. Probably with his wife. He made a point of calling Ashley every night. While nothing had happened, she was grateful for his presence.
Ada sipped her tea, exhausted, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Archie stiffened beneath her hand, and Josh’s head shot up, and he rose, every part
