Paul looked once at the sealed evidence envelope, once at the pharmacy printout, and once at the two children crouched beneath his desk.

Then someone pulled hard on the locked glass door.

PART 2

The first knock sounded almost polite.

The second made the glass tremble.

Richard Hayes stood outside under the porch light, his phone pressed against his ear, speaking with the certainty of a man accustomed to being obeyed.