“If she catches me back there, she’ll yank my pension before sundown.”

“She won’t catch you,” I said.

“She thinks I’m losing my mind.

She thinks I’m spending the afternoon hunting for misplaced keys.”

Dale slowly turned his head and looked at me.

“She took two boxes down out of the attic three weeks ago while you were in Memphis.

Old storage boxes with green tape on them.”

“What was inside them?” I asked.