So he let his daughter walk back into her own prison one last time, on her own terms, to close the door on it herself.

Chapter 21 — The Gatehouse, One Last Time

They returned her to the gatehouse with a recorder hidden under her sweater, and set officers in an unmarked van two hundred yards off.

At ten past seven, Radley’s truck came up the gravel.

He unlocked the padlock, pushed in, tossed a bag of fast food on the table.

“What’s with the face?”