HER DAUGHTER LAUGHED AT HER HANDMADE QUILT

stepped forward and set his badge on the white tablecloth, face up, where everyone could see it. He had a tired way about him, the way men get when they’ve watched too many people lie.

“Bradley Ashworth?” he said.

Bradley’s jaw worked. “It’s Bradley Carrington.”

“It’s been a lot of things.” Hollis nodded at the man holding the folder, who set it down continue reading …