the garden.
And so did Roy.
That mattered to me more than anything else in the article.
Dennis called after reading it.
“I saw the piece.”
“Yes.”
“It was accurate.”
“Yes.”
He paused.
“Kyle wants to speak with you.”
I said nothing.
“I didn’t tell him to,” Dennis continued. “He came to me after reading the article.”
“When?”
“Whenever you’re willing.”
“Saturday morning.”
Kyle arrived that Saturday.
No motorcycle jacket.
No helmet tucked beneath his arm.
Just jeans and an ordinary shirt.
Without all the things he usually used to
