“I remember everything about that day, Andy. What’s more, I think about it every single day of my life. We took a life. It doesn’t matter if it was an accident or not, and we kept quiet about it,” Pete said.

“That’s a brilliant summation coming from a lawyer if I ever heard one. Do you think you’re the only one who thinks about it? Jesus, I can’t drive by that place without getting physically sick. I drive ten miles out of my way just to avoid it,” Andy said.

“I don’t want to talk about this. We need to decide what we’re going to say if and when Cady gets in touch with us. How are we going to act?” Amy fretted.

Pete reached out to let a firefly settle on his finger. “Isn’t that going to depend on whether or not Cady has her memory back? Remember how we used to catch these and put them in a jar? At the time it didn’t seem cruel, but it does now. Think about how awful it must be to be locked up in a small place. Even if it’s in your mind. I think I’ll say good night. I have an early court date. If you come up with anything, give me a call,” Pete said.

Andy reached for one of the beer bottles on the tray. He took a long swig, looked at the bottle, and drained it. “He was pretty blasé about all of this, don’t you think?”

“That probably means he thinks either you or I threw the rock that killed Jeff, which could only mean he’s certain he didn’t do it. I thought he was really going to be upset. It bothers me that he wasn’t upset. All I have to do is look at you to know you’re as upset as I am.” Amy reached for one of the beer bottles and gulped at the contents.

“Maybe he’s thinking he has an inside track now that he has Lola Jor Dan’s business. It’s getting late, Amy. I need to go home. Jill bitches for hours when I go out at night even if it’s on a business call.”

Amy sat down and stretched out her legs. “Pete was right. We never should have put those fireflies in the jars. Why would we do such a stupid thing? I’m never going to let my kids do stuff like that.”

“Was that any more stupid than killing Jeff King and letting everyone think Cady did it? Good night, Amy.”

Amy waved her brother off, not bothering to say anything as she moved over to the swing, the beer bottle still in her hand. She curled into the corner to wait for her husband. Arnie would make her feel better when he got home.

Pete Danson waved an airy hand when Andy Hollister tapped his horn before turning the corner. He’d walked to Amy’s house. Sitting behind a desk all day made him want to stretch his legs. He’d missed out on the gym that day because he’d been in court until four-thirty and had to play catch-up when he got back to the office.