sensitive,” Grady had said on the phone, his voice tight. Now I understood why. My car crawled down a rural road thick with new snow. It was still dark and way too damn early on a Wednesday morning. The address he’d given me was on Grimlace Lane. Turned out the place was a...
Mrs. Fisher hustled the children out of the room, and we joined Levi at the table. He sat dispiritedly in one of the chairs, his posture curled in on itself defensively. He didn’t meet our eyes. I pulled out my iPhone to record. “This is Detective Elizabeth Harris with the...