Chapter 4Gaspard parked the car in front of the YBR center and looked out the passenger window at the building’s facade. It was an impressive three-story building, probably built in the early 1800s and not much retouched over the years. It didn’t look like a community center at all. More like an old presbytery or Catholic school. The only sign it was neither of those was the very subtle banner hanging over the first-floor window.
Yellow Brick Road Center. Welcome to all.
Gaspard’s heartbeat picked up a little. He’d had too much coffee this afternoon. He turned the engine off and sat there with his clammy hands clutching the wheel. He waited a few minutes for Malena to come out. She’d been coming home later and later every day, exhausted but elated. Every evening, she’d sit at the kitchen
