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Chapters (45)
  1. I know you'll never forgive me...
  2. Part One - Your Father
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Part Two - Your Mother
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. About the Author

“Sheriff, this is Deputy Darrell Curtis over in Black Wolf County. I’ve got a question about an old Mittel County case. I was wondering if someone there might be able to pull the file and answer some questions for me.”

No!

I didn’t want Tom handing off the call to another deputy. I wanted to hear him talking. I wanted to remember. I wanted to lose myself all over again in the mellow calm of his voice.

“What’s the case?” Tom asked.

Yes—the voice, the voice, the voice. It couldn’t have affected me more if it were Frank Sinatra serenading me over the phone. Tom, I’m here. It’s me. Rebecca. From that night in the snow? I just wanted to say—there are so many things to say—

But I said nothing at all.

“You probably wouldn’t remember it,” Darrell went on. “It was a liquor store heist. Garden-variety smash and grab. This was back in July, seven years ago. The suspects were two Black Wolf County thugs in a stolen car. Kip Wells. Racer Moritz.”

I heard Tom chuckle. I remembered that sweet laugh. The laugh of a good man. “In fact, I remember that robbery very well, Deputy. Mostly because it was my case. I answered the call.”

“Is the file still in your archives? Would someone be able to pull it?”

“Well, I pride myself on remembering details, Deputy. If I need the file, I can always grab it, but what is it you wanted to know?”

Tom. It’s me. I’m here.

Tom, let me tell you about everything. Let me tell you about Shelby.

“We had a manhunt going for Kip and Racer after the heist,” Darrell said. “Later, we found out they’d been holed up in a trailer outside Random.”

“Yes, I remember they were dead when you found them,” Tom said. “These were the Ursulina murders, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right.”

“Has there been a break in the case?”

“Maybe. We have reason to believe that someone found Kip and Racer while they were hiding out. It may have been one of our own people. I’m sure you were in close contact with the department here in Black Wolf during the investigation, so I was wondering if there was anything you remember that could help us.”

There was a long pause.

Tom, are you there? Tom, talk to me, keep talking, I just need to hear you.

“Actually, you’re right, I did get a tip about their location,” Tom said. “I passed it along myself.”

“You did?”