Catch up on the previous chapters here Ben paused to chuckle self-deprecatingly. “Sorry. I’ve been practicing for the tour. It’s, uh … it’s not something I really imagined when I started writing.” Tyler nodded, head still bent over his notes. “It’s fine. Go on?” “Right, so.” He took another drink of water. “Rosie’s unmoored at the start of the book, and Cal’s there, just trying to offer her some stability, but she rejects it.”

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Catch up on the previous chapters here Ben had never actually thought to look up FBI offices in Michigan. He supposed that, in the back of his mind, he figured there was one in Lansing, and that was it. This wasn’t the time to Google it and educate himself, since first the agents waited for him to get ready—what was a man supposed to do to get ready, ye gods?—and then brunet, oh so friendly, offered to ride shotgun so he’d know where to go.

Catch up on the previous chapters here He often thought about hiring someone to clean his house, maybe once every other week to take care of the dusting and the vacuuming and those chores that didn’t need to be done every day but still needed to be done. What stopped him most times was the thought that he’d have to let someone in, perhaps with her own key, and he wouldn’t always know what she was up to if he was out.

Catch up on the previous chapters here Part Two: The Loneliest Number He mostly used his laptop for work. It was a write-off that way. Plus he only had the one laptop, unlike his phones. He had his work phone, his personal phone—which was a joke as far as the phone part actually went, because who called him now that Ma was dead?—and a couple more burner phones in case he needed to call someone and it wasn’t business, but he only had the one laptop.