I put a spoon down next to his napkin and sat in the chair across from him.

“Bennett, how many times did Mr.

Vance come over while I was away in Columbus?”

He kept his eyes on the steam coming off his breakfast.

“Three times.”

“Did he come in through the front door every time?”

“Aunt Lauren let him in,” he whispered.

“He brought heavy cardboard folders in from his truck.”