Frank Arazia kissed his wife goodbye and grabbed his briefcase from the counter. He hadn’t spoken a word to her or anyone else about what he’d seen when he decided to trail Grayson out into the oil field. Even though it lingered in his mind, part of him felt that talking about it would only make the despair seem more real.

"I love you, honey," he said, more to himself than his wife, then headed for the garage.

As soon as Frank touched the handle, he heard ...