When I’m sure he’s gone, I go into his office and head straight for his desk. There in the top drawer is his sketch of the biker. I start to push it aside to look to see what else is in there when something about the picture stops me.

It’s the biker’s face. His expression seems worried . . . even scared. It isn’t the look of a man who is angry or of someone who Cries in Rebuke, per the title.

I look at the title again. I remember how carefully Lander selected it. He didn’t exactly come up with a phrase. He seemed to come up with each word individually, as if he were solving a puzzle rather than naming an image.

“Lander was always more into Scrabble, anagrams, crossword puzzles, things like that.”

Word games . . . Lander plays word games. I study the title again before grabbing a blank piece of printer paper and a pen and getting to work.

It takes me several minutes, but eventually I get it.

C.R.I.E.S. I.N. R.E.B.U.K.E. . . . it’s an anagram. It’s an anagram for INSECURE BIKER.

And if that’s an anagram . . .

I put the picture back and open the drawer where he keeps his sketchbook. I find it on top of some insurance papers for various artworks, a fountain pen that’s probably worth upward of five hundred dollars, his passport, and his social security card—a number I memorized over a year ago.

I flip open the book and start with the picture of the woman with the dollar signs in her eyes and the diamond-collared dog, Dogged Girl.

I almost laugh. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

D.O.G.G.E.D. G.I.R.L.

Switch those letters around and you get GOLD DIGGER.

Anagrams.

I flip to the picture of the politicians drawn to look like marionettes. It’s titled T.H.R.U.S.T.I.N.G. S.P.E.L.L.

At least that’s what he wrote. It takes a while, but eventually I get PULL THE STRINGS.

Giddily I flip to the page with the drawing of the crying woman, clinging to the pant leg of the crowned man. A. C.A.D. F.E.E.L.S. S.P.E.W.I.N.G. S.O.R.R.O.W.

This one isn’t so easy. I sit hunched over the desk, writing out different possibilities. Maybe one of the words is eel? Pew? Rad? Three minutes pass, then five. I have PRINCESS but I’m not sure that’s right. Still, with the guy wearing the crown and all, maybe he’s king and the crying woman is a princess? But I can’t come up with the word king from this anagram.

Princess of . . . Could she be a princess of something? Of what?