“Where the hell have you gone,” he said, to nobody, in an ordinary irritated voice.

And he went downstairs.

He was in that house for another twenty-six minutes.

I lay on those boards for every one of them and listened to my husband move through the rooms of my father’s house, and at one point he went down to the basement, and I heard the breaker box open — that particular metal complaint it makes — and then close again, and the power did not come back on, and I have never known what that means and neither did the prosecutors, and it is the only part of that night that has never been explained.

At 2:52 the front door closed.