Peter said, “Be right back,” and got out. On his way past the Chrysler, he noticed Albert’s straw hat lying on its side in the trunk, the leather headband stained black from years of dirt and sweat. The sight of it struck a chord of alarm. On his first visit here, he remembered thinking the old guy probably slept in that hat. It was part of what he’d liked about the man. Why would he leave it in the trunk, tossed aside like that?
