HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

Then I sat at the kitchen table, poured a finger of bourbon, and called Diane.

“Honey,” I said, “I need you and your husband to drive up tomorrow. Both of you. Together.”

She started to ask why.

“Just come,” I said. “And tell Gareth to bring the clipboard.”

They pulled in at 10:14 the next morning. I watched them on Camera 1 – Diane stepping out slow, continue reading …