Arthur Whitmore Demanded A False Alibi For Caleb In Columbus Parking Garage

Miller’s office?”

“They were faxed over at four,” I said, my voice steady.

I picked up my black ballpoint pen to log the confirmation number.

My hand did not shake, but my mind was still in the parking garage, parsing the heavy tone of my father’s voice.

“Are you okay?” Julie asked, looking up from her clipboard.

“You look like you are about to run a marathon.”

“Just tired,” I said.