“Every weekend for six years,” Howard said.

“He told his neighbors in Oak Creek he was going to grief support seminars in the city.”

I watched the woman turn and walk back into the heated cabin.

Mark stood alone on the deck, looking out over the gray water.

He looked completely at peace.

“Let’s go back to town,” Carl said.

“I have the rest of the paper trail printed at my office.”

Howard put the sedan in reverse.