After Nine-Year-Old Sadie Called Munich, Walter Hensley Drove Through the Snow
“The charge cleared five days before your manager ever called you about the project.”
Walter glanced down at his watch once more.
“It’s two forty-five,” my father said.
“Trevor leaves his job site in Upper Arlington at three fifteen.”
“He’ll head straight home,” I said.
“He’ll head home to check the desk,” Douglas said, closing his laptop with a firm snap.
“Once he sees the blue envelope’s gone from the locked metal box, he’ll know Sadie took it.”
“Sadie’s safe with Mary,” I said.