“If I get let go before October, I lose my full pension.

I’ve got four months till I turn sixty-one.”

“Tell me what went on at the gate in February.”

Dale gripped the steering wheel with both hands until his knuckles went white.

“It was the second Tuesday.

It was raining hard enough to back up the drain by the shop.”

“Who showed up at the gate?”

“Megan,” Dale said quietly.