His shift started when I was already at work, which was probably just as well so I didn’t have a chance to dwell at home. Still, that didn’t stop me from dwelling at work. I kept my cell phone by my keyboard and even though I was trying to concentrate on work, my eyes kept flitting back down to the phone’s glass surface, halfway wishing it would ring and yet hoping it wouldn’t. A phone call from Henry would be good; a call from the police station would be grave. I came home to a dark, lonely house. It would be the first time I’d spend the night alone there, and though I wasn’t one to be afraid of being by myself, it was the first night I’d be safe in my bed with the knowledge that my husband was out there with criminals and lowlifes. It was unnerving to say the least. Henry called around ten fifteen, halfway through an old episode of The Walking Dead. “I just wanted to say hi,”
