It didn’t take any time at all for the pain to become excruciating. Not just in my fingers, but down the lengths of both arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, clamped my jaw tight, and breathed through the cracks between my teeth.

I was counting the seconds in my head. One thousand. Two thousand. Three thousand. Concentrating hard on the numbers so I wouldn’t think about how my fingers couldn’t hold on much longer. The side of my head was pressed hard against the roof, and the movements of the three people within the house gently reverberated through the lumber and to my ear. Eventually, I heard more footsteps, some muffled conversation, and then the sounds seemed to slip away.

Seconds later, they became much clearer. They were outside. Right below me. If I didn’t hold on, I’d slide away and drop right on top of them. And I couldn’t haul myself back over without scrabbling away at the roof with my legs, and that would make too much noise.

“I’m getting out of here,” Carpington said.

“He was here!” Rick said. “I know he was here!”

“Let’s go, Rick,” Greenway said. “We’ll never find him out here in the dark. He could be anywhere. He probably made a break for it while we were in the house. We’ll get him. Don’t worry about that. We’ll find him at his house later.”

“Fuck!” Rick said, and I could hear him kicking at something. My fingers were becoming numb. I thought I had another fifteen seconds, tops, before they let go.

“Come on,” Greenway said, and I heard them moving away.

When the voices seemed a house or two distant, I drew on strength I never knew I had to get myself back over the peak, first to my waist, then one leg. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, letting the feeling come back into my arms. From my perch, I saw the headlights of three cars come on. All three had to back up, turn around, and they left in a convoy, heading off in the direction of the sales office.

even though i knew they were gone, I made my way back to the car moving along the edges of buildings, ducking behind front-end loaders. I wasn’t taking any chances. I wanted to take a look through Stefanie’s purse—it was probably too small to hold this ledger they’d been talking about, but it might offer some clues as to where I might find it. First, however, I had to get out of the neighborhood. I drove to a twenty-four-hour doughnut place on the outskirts of the subdivision and parked back by the Dumpster.

I decided the purse could wait two more minutes.