Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase

“I can have a title search by Thursday the twenty-second, four o’clock.”

“That’s nine days.”

“That’s what the county takes.”

I nodded.

Marcus closed his notebook.

“Don’t ask Richard about Harlow,” he said.

“Not a word.”

“I don’t even know what’s in Harlow.”