A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
Fifty yards off, the metal front gate clicked shut, and the house went dead still.
I went down the quiet hall to the little tool bench set up in the back corner of the garage.
I took a nine-inch piece of stiff steel wire out of the top drawer of my work cabinet and bent the tip into a right angle with needle-nose pliers.
Three months earlier, Tiffany had put a heavy metal lock on the bottom drawer of the oak filing cabinet.
I went into the home office, shut the heavy door behind me, and sat down in the leather swivel chair.
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