Ralph was leaning against a flagpole outside the main administration building, hands in his pockets and notebook tucked beneath his arm.
“Think he’ll make it?” I asked as we walked to the rental car.
He shrugged. “It’s out of our hands now, like most things.”
Ralph had spoken with Roger while waiting for me to emerge from the prison. The deal was moving forward and, barring something unforeseen, our part in the case was done now. And just in time. Ralph slept the whole way home. I had to nudge him when I pulled into his driveway. We hadn’t stopped for lunch, and it was still mid-afternoon, even in the eastern time zone.
“Is Diane home or at work?” I asked.
“Work, but don’t worry—she’ll be home to take care of the old man soon.” Ralph got out of the car and did a quick scan of the pass
