The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

Another knock followed.

“Claire is dead,” Dean said through the wood. “You can’t help her. You can only decide how much trouble you want for yourself.”

Sadie turned toward the voice, but Grant touched her collar and guided her away. The rear entrance opened into a narrow stand of pine behind the woodshed. Fifty yards beyond it, hidden beneath a canvas continue reading …