Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
I don’t take cash in diners.”
“You take cases,” I said.
“This is a case.”
He clicked his pen twice and left it on the table.
“Tell me what you have.”
“The insurance bill.
Oakmont Holdings.
A post office box key I found in Richard’s desk.”