I rubbed my thumb against my wedding ring.

“Why would the Highway 24 police report have an unfiled addendum?” I asked.

Howard closed the file and rested his hands on the cardboard.

“When an addendum stays unfiled for seven years, somebody paid for quiet,” Howard said.

I got back to Miller’s Corner Market at one in the afternoon.

The morning delivery truck had dropped off three heavy wooden crates of navel oranges.

I carried the first crate down the produce aisle and set it on the green paper display lining.