in a gray suit, square jaw, clipboard in hand, wedding band gleaming. Lawyer.
I didn’t open the door. Instead, I stepped outside, coat zipped to the chin, folder in hand. I closed the motel room behind me and met them in the parking lot where the wind whipped Diana’s scarf sideways.
“Rachel,” she said, smiling thinly. “This is Mr. Langley, my family continue reading …
