Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

Claire looked at me and did not say anything.

I rubbed my left thumb against my index finger and watched the elevator light come down.

“Do I have to testify again?” she asked.

“Not for the property.

The criminal case is a different courthouse and a different month.” Arthur held the folder against his chest with both hands.

“I will write it out for you in plain language and mail it.

You will not have to guess at anything.”