The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

Some framed things. A tin with ribbons. He said if anybody asked, we donated them to a veterans place in town.”

My hand went still over the notepad.

“Did you?”

“No. He put them in storage.”

For the first time all day, anger gave way to something cleaner.

A target.

“Where?”

She sniffed hard. “Blue Mesa Storage off Highway 50. Unit C-19. He rented it in my continue reading …