Chapter 3By the time Sam came back to the present and the meeting, another speaker had stood. After one more quick glance at Kirby, Sam focused in on him.
Abe Lynch was head pharmacist at CVS. He lived out of town and commuted about an hour every day.
“Imagine my shock,” he said, “when I drove by a trash can with my name on it.” Abe held up his phone to offer photographic proof, an image of a steel mesh receptacle one might see at campgrounds or outside a municipal building. Sam could see the square plaque affixed to the front even on a tiny screen far away, but no way could he or anyone else decipher it. Fortunately, Abe read it for them. “Dedicated to Abraham Lynch.”
Simple and to the point, Sam thought.
“I must have driven past it at least a dozen times before noticing it was there,
