“Some things are bigger than you.”
He left the table without finishing his meal.
Later that evening, I went to the home office to retrieve a notebook.
The computer was switched off, but a small external drive sat beside the monitor.
Richard usually kept it locked in his desk.
I didn’t touch it.
I had learned enough to understand that curiosity could be dangerous when evidence was involved.
Instead, I called Margaret and told her what I had found.
She instructed me to leave everything as it was and arranged for the relevant information to be handled properly.
Before I went to bed, I checked the front-door camera.
At 2:14 a.m., a dark sedan had stopped outside our house.
A man got out.
He walked to the front gate, looked directly at the camera, and stood there for almost thirty seconds.
Then he placed a small envelope beneath the mailbox and returned to the car.
