Evening fell slowly over the house, turning the walls gold, then dim, and finally settling into long, soft shadows. Lynda sat at her dressing table, brushing her hair without really noticing what she was doing, her movement stiff, almost robotic. Her hands would not stop shaking, not since Lukas had asked her if anyone had come by the house. That lie of hers kept thudding inside her chest, steady and merciless, like a drumbeat she could not hush up. The phone was hidden away, the SIM card ...