I took his written receipt, slipped it into my leather folder, and went out into the hall.

At noon I picked Bennett up from elementary school and took him straight to Grace’s house on Maple Street.

David was sitting at Grace’s kitchen table when I came in the back door.

He rested his big hands flat on his knees as Bennett dumped his backpack on a chair and ran down the hall to find Grace.

“Grace phoned my shop an hour ago,” David said.

“She told me what happened at Evelyn’s office yesterday.”