I glanced up at the second-floor window over the garage.

Ethan’s curtain twitched, then dropped flat against the glass again.

I didn’t raise my voice, and I didn’t look back at Richard.

I turned on my heel and walked down the brick path to the driveway, holding my head up and keeping my pace steady.

By five o’clock the wind had picked up out of the north, rattling the leaded glass windows of the municipal buildings along Main Street.

I sat by myself on an iron park bench right across from the county courthouse, holding my brass military crest badge in my palm.