I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

nodded at me.

A tiny nod. Work voice. Done here.

The investigators left through the same gate they’d entered, past the balloon arch and the tipped-over gift table and two cousins standing with matching paper plates like spectators at a trial.

The black vehicles pulled away.

Nobody said a word.

Then my nephew, still on my hip, grabbed a fistful of my hair continue reading …