Footsteps rang off the brick front of the municipal building, and two people came down the concrete steps toward the street.

Tyler was three steps ahead of Gwen, wiping his palms on his dark pants as he hurried down the sidewalk.

“She was sitting right there in the diner, Gwen,” Tyler said, his voice quick and high.

“She saw the whole stack lying on the table.”

“It doesn’t matter what she saw,” Gwen said, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement.

“What if Evan asks why his name got left out of the printed directory?” Tyler asked, stopping by the edge of the fountain with a quick laugh.