Jackson didn't leave after walking out of the workshop; he sat in his Mercedes across the street for twenty minutes, watching the building and feeling his rage crystallize into something cold and purposeful, and when he saw movement through the workshop windows, he got out of the car and walked back toward the door.

Cletus was at a workbench when Jackson entered again, sanding a piece of wood with methodical strokes, and he looked up without surprise when he heard footsteps.

"Thought you ...