Part 3 — The Last Picture The face in the picture belonged to my daughter. Annika lay on her back under the Farmall in her barn jacket, a flashlight in …

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Part 3 — The Voice On Tape The voice on the tape belonged to Faye. My sister. Every soul in my front yard had known it in the first three …

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Part 3 — The Second Widow The person backing toward the cars was my daughter. Lisa. I said her name once, not loud, and she stopped between a pickup and …

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Part 3 — The Reno Dealer The paper Ted had handed me was a photocopy of a record from a dealer in Reno, dated October of 2019. It described one …

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Part 3 — Box Two Fourteen The bag held four things. A wedding band of thin yellow gold with a scratch on the inside. A necklace of small pearls with …

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Part 3 — The Warning Letter Ed Wojcik read the name in a voice that did not rise or fall. “Lorraine Pike.” In the third row, a gray-haired woman in …

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Part 3 — The Last Verse The voice of Ruth Ann went on, unhurried, the way it had gone on from that pulpit for twenty-seven years. “In February I found …

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Part 3 — The Hospice Call The voice of Peggy went on, quiet as a lamp. “The person who called was Rodney Pierce. He said he was my agent. He …

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Part 3 — The First Widower Judge Oakes read the last line of the note aloud. “The man in the photograph is Elwood Pruett, of Grand Island. The first one …

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Part 3 — The Brass Key Mr. Albright turned the photograph over and read the name slowly: “Walter Coyle.” Nobody in the hall moved. The man in question was standing …

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