For what I could only imagine were our own reasons, we stopped talking about Ms. Agee’s murder when we went back to work a few minutes later. For my part, I didn’t want to delve too far into a discussion of Harlow until Santiago was there. He had texted to say he would be there in twenty minutes a few minutes after we started work and asked if I still wanted him to call. I told him no, that we’d just talk when he arrived.
And when he and Savannah pulled up a few minutes later, I met them outside and relayed our conversation from earlier. “Does any of that line up with what Harlow told you?”
Santiago nodded but then looked back at the building. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
Rufus and Shelley were standing in the doorway, and while I didn’t think they could hear us from where they were,
