An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

of his sedan, adjusting the black leather strap of his four-hundred-dollar silver watch. He checked the face, his thumb rubbing the bezel with a quick, nervous motion before he looked up at us.

“Don’t stay in town all afternoon,” Robert said, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the hum of the cicadas in the pines. “The lawyers are calling back continue reading …