Yost had embarrassed her in front of everyone. She felt awful. So Jeanie was a bust. The neighbors had told her exactly nothing. She knew no more about J.B. than she had before she went out there. Yost’s group had her thinking about twelve-step programs. J.B. had been in AA, according to Kit. People going through them had tasks to do. April couldn’t recite every one of the steps, but she was familiar with at least one. Amends. Her college roommate had looked her up several years after graduation out of the blue, apologizing for the number of men she’d entertained in their room when they were freshmen. She was going through Alcoholics Anonymous and had to make amends. Is that what J.B. had been doing? Trying to make up to his sister and his niece? Someone else? Conway’s family? Maybe someone hadn’t liked his apology. April reached for the gearshift to put the car in drive. Her hand brushed against her coat pocket, and she felt the small plastic cassette tape. She’d nearly forgotten about what she’d found last night in the shed.
