Part Forty-Nine: The Case Against the Fireplace

It was handed over on the sixth of January 2024.

Not at seven in the morning.

Not in a police car.

On a Saturday afternoon at about half past two, in the Lins’ living room, with eight people in it and nobody in uniform, because Nathan Lin had learned something in November and because the thing had been organised by a board of a non-profit and not by a lieutenant who had been awake for twenty-six hours.

Jillian made a cake.