Cyrus didn’t waste time asking whether I was sure.

In thirty years he never had.

“Consider it done,” he said, and I heard him already moving.

The second call went to Hector, our head of corporate security. “Do not send anyone onto that property,” I told him.

“Do not let anyone touch a single person there. Set a quiet perimeter around the neighborhood and wait for the state investigators. This ends with badges, not with us. Understood?” “Understood,” Hector said.

Then I sat in my locked truck in the cold and watched the road toward my son’s house, and waited for the lights.