“And if Caleb is desperate, he will look for anyone who can change his story.”

“I am not changing my story,” I said.

“I know,” Harris said.

“That is why you are in danger.”

I pushed open the heavy glass door and walked out into the cold air.

My sedan was parked in the third row of the gravel lot.

The key felt heavy in my hand as I unlocked the driver’s side.

I sat inside, the air smelling of old paper and the peppermint drops I kept in the console.