The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

Just tired in the old-bone way.

Jolene reached over and squeezed my wrist once, then went back to driving with both hands.

“Emma,” Malcolm said, “my son is at the family boathouse.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I put him there.”

The Boathouse

We should’ve gone straight to Peter Kwan.

We didn’t.

That was stupid.

It was also the only way to keep Ryan alive long continue reading …