The Woman in My Dress
She had never said any of it out loud before.
Somewhere in the middle of it she started shaking and could not stop, and Harrison got up and put a blanket around her shoulders and sat back down and did not say anything, and let her finish.
When she was done he sat looking at the counter for a while.
Then he made two phone calls, at eleven at night, and both were answered on the second ring.
The first was to a man named Desmond Ruiz, who had been a state investigator for nineteen years and now was not, and who did work for exactly six clients.