He was a man called Dwight and he had been paid and he was, at that moment, somewhere in Placerville having his lunch.

At two o’clock the guests started arriving.

At three-twenty, a silver Audi came up the drive and parked at the top of the lot, and a man in his sixties got out of the driver’s side and walked around and opened the passenger door, and my ex-wife got out of the car.

Part Seventeen: Gideon Frayne

I had never met him.

Fifteen years, and I had seen exactly four photographs, and I had constructed a man out of them the way you do, and the man I had constructed was not the one who got out of that Audi.