Emily turned her face into the seat back and didn’t say a single word.

“She went through my study,” Ethan said.

“Ask her what she took out of it.”

Richard closed the door and locked it.

Victoria stood on the porch, the flute still in her hand and her mouth pressed into a small, polite line.

“The pastor will be here at three,” she said.

“Whatever this is can wait until after lunch.”

Richard took the case off the front seat and put it on the tailgate.