“Which creek?” I whispered. Mr. Leckie kept the medallion in his palm like a hot coal. “Cane Creek, below the Highway 19 bridge, June 14, 1974. I was twenty six …

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I did not wait for the sun. I put on my boots, walked down the hall, and found the truck of Cody parked on the shoulder of County Road 200A, …

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I did not sleep, and I did not call the police that night. I sat in the kitchen with the picture of the man in the tan jacket until the …

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“Her name is Rosanne,” I said, and my voice did not sound like mine. “Rosanne Castellano. She is the baby sister of Sal.” Mrs. Ybarra let out a breath. “I …

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“Odile Thibodeaux,” said Mademoiselle Hébert. She spoke it slowly, the way you set down something fragile. I felt the name go through me like cold water. Thibodeaux. It was the …

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I held the photograph of my sister with both hands and could not speak. Marisa Quintero waited without a word. Britta looked older, her white hair cut short, standing on …

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I did not tell Denise. I put on my good wool coat, took the number 22 bus down Telegraph Road, and walked into a small lot with a row of …

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I should have hung up. Instead I looked at Wade, who nodded once, and I said, “Mr. Dudley, I am coming, but I am not coming for you.” By four …

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I did not wait. I called the number from the little vault stool, with the photograph still in my hand. A rough voice answered, “This is Dennis.” I told him …

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Brianna lowered her voice. “His name on the signature line is Dale Wentworth, Mrs. Wentworth. Date of birth, 1966. His address is two thousand blocks of Cherry Street.” My stomach …

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