Emily lifted the cup to her lips and swallowed, her fingers holding the rim without a tremor.

Richard got up from the vinyl chair and slid his hand deep into the right pocket of his field jacket.

He felt the cold, heavy silver key ring lying in the bottom seam, his thumb running along the jagged steel edges of his truck keys.

Michael had the plat map of the Caldwell property laid out flat on the clinic desk before Richard had the door closed.

“Two ways in,” Michael said.