Chapter 24Dwight’s hands clenched into balls when he saw the police car. His knuckles became white.
Suddenly there was no air in the garage, no saliva in his mouth. A painful drumming began in his ears: the pound of his blood rushing through his body, searching for an escape.
It’s all over. He stood in the garage, watching as the two officers began to make their way up his drive. His breathing became labored as a tight band formed across his chest, squeezing the air out of him.
What would he say?
He imagined what they would say, the search warrants they would produce. He pictured them descending into his basement and finding the rows of boxes he had so carefully constructed there.
“You have the right to remain silent.” Dwight stared at the officer, seeing the face of his Aunt Adele be
