He left a four-year-old by herself for two days.

Whatever’s in that closet, he was willing to put her at risk to keep it shut.”

Bell wrote it down word for word.

“Friday, then,” he said.

“Don’t tip him off.”

He pushed the photo over.

The front door was closed, the mailbox stuffed, the grass tall enough to hide a tricycle.

The phone rang while Evelyn was putting out lunch.