Henry was halfway through replacing a warped deck board when his phone rang.
He almost ignored it. Unknown number. He wiped his hands on his jeans before answering.
"Is this Mr. Henry Moore?"
His stomach tightened.
"Yeah…? May I ask who’s speaking?"
"This is Officer Link Sail with the local police department."
The drill slipped from Henry's hand, clattering against the porch.
He didn't know what the officer was about to say with 100% certainty, but deep down he already knew.
"We've located a woman carrying identification belonging to a Rebecca Moore." His throat closed. "We were hoping you could come down and help us confirm her identity."
Henry stared across the yard without seeing it.
A robin landed on the fence.
The neighbor's sprinkler hissed to life.
Somewhere down the str
