The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

somehow made it worse.

Three letters. One number.

MGC7.

The crooked cross underneath.

Detective Sloan saw my face when I looked at it again.

“You know it?” I asked.

She closed the folder she had brought with her.

“I’ve seen part of it before.”

“Part?”

“The cross.”

Clara started rocking then.

Tiny motion. Back and forth.

Detective Sloan lowered her voice.

“Clara,continue reading …