Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street

And the bank’s trust officers are on their way too.

You can stand in my hallway and wait for them.”

He looked past me at the street.

I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it now, the sound of a siren growing from a fuzzy hum into a shape.

Maybe two.

“The deed is in my name,” I said.

“You knew that.

You’ve known it for two years.