He nodded, but I could tell it would take more than one talk.

As the weeks went on, the tangled investigation started seeping into the ordinary parts of our lives.

Reporters from a small local news site called after somebody brought up the family dispute at a neighborhood meeting.

I turned down the interview.

I didn’t want Lucas turned into a spectacle: the homeless brother, the bank director, the deathbed secret.

He was also the man who brewed his tea far too strong and knew exactly how to fix an old hinge.

Patrick’s lawyer asked for mediation.