The recording stopped.
I stared at the wall.
“What did he mean?”
Wade reached over and switched off the projector.
The sudden blankness felt violent.
“What did he mean?” I asked again.
Elise looked between us. Jonah had gone completely still.
Wade removed the final memory card and placed it carefully on the table. “There was one instruction I did not put in the locker.”
My skin prickled.
“You said everything was here.”
“I said everything you needed to understand what he did was here.”
“That sounds like one of Randall’s distinctions.”
Wade’s face tightened. “Maybe I learned too much from him.”
He walked toward the storage unit door.
Jonah moved first. “Where are you going?”
“To get it.”
Wade lifted the metal latch and pushed the rolling door upward. Afternoon light spilled across the concrete floor, too bright after the fluorescent gloom. Heat came with it, carrying the smell of asphalt, salt, and marsh grass from beyond the highway.
