Part 3 — The Third Son The officer read the name from the letter slowly. “Raymond Dahl, of Canton, South Dakota.” A murmur went through the yard, because everyone knew …

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Part 3 — The Initials The investigator read the initials slowly. “B.L.F. Brooke Lynn Fenwick, Emergency Medical Technician, certificate number 40817.” It was not the first time I had heard …

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Part 3 — The Post Office Box “The post office box was rented in November of 2012 by Charlene,” the agent read, “and renewed each year with a money order. …

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Part 3 — Drum Number Six The inspector read the name on the ticket in a level voice. “Patricia Tillman. The card ends in 5518.” Jace did not go white, …

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Part 3 — The Missing Cans The driver license on the phone of Buck Tisdale showed a smiling woman with frosted hair and a sparkle in her eye. Starla Ashby, …

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Part 3 — The Pink Message The name on the pink message slip was Daniel Delgado. My son. I read it twice in the bright Arizona sun, because the first …

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Part 3 — The Second Signature Patrice Vang read the name slowly, so that no one at table six could mistake it. “The second signature on the joint account belongs …

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Part 3 — The Basement Box The first thing that had slid out of the envelope was my own pension statement, and the second was a sheet of yellow legal …

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Part 3 — The Attic Footlocker Arliss Ridgeway held the phone out so that I could see the screen and so that Tammy, who had gone gray under her makeup, …

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Part 3 — Letter From The Coroner Agnes opened the envelope with a hand that did not shake. She had buried a daughter and held on to a house full …

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