Royce

We stood outside the Steele residence; me in the same slacks and button-down I’d worn that day to work and Carrigan in a navy blue plain dress that wasn’t her size. I questioned where it’d come from, but she waved it off. Clearly, she didn’t want to discuss it.

I held the wine in one hand and turned to Carrigan with my other on the doorbell.

“Ready?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked her because the question was ...