Chapter 30: Rebound

By the time I escaped from Martin Dawes’ house through the back door and reached the Toyota Tercel, my hands were trembling. I wedged myself into the car’s cockpit and was tempted to turn on the radio and listen to blues for a few hours. Instead, I sat in silence, trying and failing to steady my breathing.

Dawes was dead, and I only had one name—a single first name. My mind reeled with the price I’d paid for that name. Dawes said there were others. Three, maybe four. I felt sick.

Any one of the...