I couldn’t say that we exactly relaxed that night, even though Jake coaxed me into binge-watching The Good Place on Netflix, a show I’d never seen before. We ordered pizza, and partway through the evening, Jeremy called to say that Randall Lenz’s cell phone and laptop had both been scrubbed, and so that loose end had been tied up.
“And Eleanor’s son Travis and our cousin Leland are driving Lenz out to Kanab tonight,” Jeremy had added. “So, we’re pretty much done here.”
Jake relayed this information to me, and I absorbed it without knowing how relieved I should be. On the surface, everything seemed fine. But I couldn’t help worrying that there might have been something we overlooked.
I didn’t say anything to Jake about my misgivings. No, I watched TV with him until I was too tired to kee
