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

“Seeing is how people get hurt.”

I took the note.

“What do I owe you for the title search?”

“Another hundred.

Keep it.

I want the witness signature notarized first.”

The address on the sticky note was on Maple Ridge, twenty-two minutes east.

I parked across the street at two thirty-five.