When I look down at the mess Piccardy made of Maisie’s drawings, a cartoon heron looks back up at me. Tell Emily I said hi.… Which one? The dead one or the one he didn’t kill?… I have half of a pad left and three or four pencil stubs. After the ruined drawings dry off, I’ll copy them. Improve on them, too. I’m not going to let Piccardy defeat me.
