I drove to the house where Derek was staying with his mother and left the box on their front porch.
I didn’t knock.
When I returned home, the repairman replaced the damaged doorframe and locks.
At seven thirty, someone began pounding on my new front door.
By dinner, I’d heard nothing.
At seven thirty, someone began pounding on my new front door.
Derek stood outside, pale as a sheet.
Linda was behind him, crying.
“Please,” she said. “Tell me you haven’t sent the other one yet!”
“The evidence packet? The police already have it.”
I kept the storm door locked.
“The evidence packet? The police already have it.”
Linda’s face drained of color.
Derek stepped toward the glass.
“You’re trying to ruin my mother’s life!”
“No, Derek. Somebody ruined my children’s Halloween.”
“I want my property returned and the damage repaired.”
Linda held up Denise’s letter. Her hands were trembling.
