My Brother Kept Bragging About a Deal He’d Already Lost

investigation. Not whatever he’d done to himself at work. But this part. This exact room. Their faces. The forced rewrite of every stupid story they’d told about me.

Still.

“No,” I said. “I want pie before I drive back to the city.”

That got a sound out of David, half laugh, half choke.

Even Patricia smiled for one second before remembering where she was.continue reading …