“It gives us time to pack,” Zane said.

He reached out and smoothed the bedspread where the blue envelope had been.

“You need to get out of Oak Creek for a while.

Away from Frank and his old police stories.”

“Frank’s retired,” I said.

“Frank is an old man who wants attention,” Zane said.

He took the blue envelope out of my fingers and put it back in the top drawer.

“I’m going down to start dinner.”