Chapter 4: Homeward Bound
“In the morning,” Rafe had said as they’d sat on the bed and looked at each other. “He’ll be around tonight, watching the house. Waiting for you to show up. We should wait for the morning.”
They both heard Henry come in a short time later and, while they didn’t hear the conversation that passed between Henry and Mary to any degree, both Lyle and Rafe agreed that Mary had tried to work Henry up with the fact that Lyle hadn’t come back to the house yet.
“He’s twenty-one, Mary.” Henry had laughed, and his amusement had been genuine. “There are better places to have dinner than here when you’re twenty-one.”
It was after ten—four minutes past, Lyle noted when he’d peeked at the corner of his laptop—when Henry began to climb the stairs. Lyle wasn’t surprised by that
