Chapter 3
Pennsylvania
Ewan was on his way across the back lawn the next morning, making a beeline for the wall where they had met, so it seemed, when stopped by the snap of a voice not Georgia’s. A policeman, who must have come out of the woods, since there was no car in the driveway, stepped into my narrow line of vision.
“He is here on work!” That was Georgia, no doubt about it, and I heard the kitchen door slam from the inside as punctuation. “He has nothing to do with much else.” Sure enough, she’d run out of it, and was still moving quickly as she crossed the damp grass. “Leave him be!” Her voice carried so, from both inside and out.
“Do you own the woods behind your house, ma’am?” the policeman asked.
“A good part of it, yes.”
“There has been a discovery. One of the workmen fo
