On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence

Richard could see Emily’s hand clutching the rail, her knuckles white, while Sarah moved a penlight across her eyes.

“Follow the light,” Sarah said.

“Only your eyes.”

Emily’s grip on the rail tightened.

“It isn’t that bad.”

“That’s for me to judge.” Sarah switched the light off.

“I’m going to press along your collarbone.

Tell me if it hurts.”