I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

in my office on February 12. I signed the control release myself.”

My dad muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

Not in awe. More in irritation, like I’d committed the rude act of having a life he hadn’t bothered to learn.

Denise slid the forged letter back into her portfolio.

“Ms. Bennett,” she said to Brittany, “we need your phone, your laptop, and the name of anyone continue reading …