Chapter 20
Alan is on the porch, arms crossed, when Jim Garrison pulls into his driveway, followed by two police cars. One parks behind Garrison’s unmarked vehicle, the other on the side of the road in front of the house. There are two officers in each patrol car, but Jim is by himself, and he reaches Alan first. He wears a suit, his hair combed back and neat, as if this is just part of the job for him. “Hey,” he says, offering a hand for Alan to shake.
Alan wants more than a handshake, but the other officers are approaching and anything else will have to wait. So he uncrosses his arms and takes Jim’s hand.
Jim envelopes it in both of his, as if he can somehow convey whatever it is he’s feeling to Alan through touch alone. In a low voice that doesn’t carry to the other officers, Jim ask
