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

Courtney went to the window and stood where the light would find her.

“Wednesday,” I said.

“The wire went out Wednesday at 9:04 in the morning.”

“Wednesday I was in Rochester.”

“The bank’s copy says the branch on Salina Street.

That isn’t Rochester.”

“Sit down,” he said.

“You’re carrying a child through something that has nothing to do with you.”