His eyes moved to the wall phone.
“Caroline’s her niece.”
The officer turned.
“How do you know?”
“Her important papers are in a green folder.”
Justin shrugged.
“Dorothy told me.”
He walked to the kitchen counter.
“Her important papers are in a green folder.”
That was when I stopped thinking of Dorothy as neighbor on his route and started seeing how their routines overlapped.
“How do you know where her important papers are?”
I stared at him.
“Justin.”
“What?”
“How do you know where her important papers are?”
“She couldn’t reach them once.”
When Caroline finally arrived, she came through the front door crying.
That answer landed harder than I expected.
The officers found Caroline’s number beside the phone.
She answered on the third ring.
When Caroline finally arrived, she came through the front door crying.
“Where is she?”
The officer explained Dorothy had been taken for evaluation and appeared physically fine.
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