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

Richard stared at the screen.

The bones looked like a map of a place he’d never visited, a country that had existed right under his nose for six years.

“She never said a word,” he said.

“They seldom do.”

Michael appeared in the doorway.

He didn’t come in, just stood with his hands in his pockets.

“Sarah, mind if I borrow the folder when you’re finished?”

“I’ll run you off a copy.”