It was still early, barely nine pm, when they arrived at Jenny’s house. It was late enough that Jonathan would be awake and active, but he wasn’t there yet. He might be on his way.

“There’s not much time,” Harley said as they drove around the house. “She’s home, I can see the news on the television. In twenty minutes, she’ll turn it off and go to bed. She’ll read a book for maybe another half hour after she does her daily skin routine. By ten thirty, she’ll ...