Chapter 12: Hello, Flynn

"Let me talk to him alone," Joanna said.

She wiped her face with the back of her wrist.

"He won't say it with you there. He only says the true things when it's just the two of us."

"He'll say it to you?"

"He says everything to me. That's the only talent he has."

She called my phone from her own and kept the line open.

Then she slid it into the inside pocket of her coat.

Sadie was waiting at the end of the street in her clinic truck, with the heater running.

I climbed into the passenger seat and put my phone on the dashboard on speaker.

Sadie watched the screen and didn't say a word.

We heard the front door of the house open.

We heard Joanna's heels on the tile, and the clink of ice in a glass.

"You're home early," Dane said.

He sounded relaxed and rested, with a bandaged cheek and nothing on his mind.

"Did you see the mess on the news? I got him arrested, Joanna. The police took him out of a vet's office in handcuffs."

"I know. I posted his bail."

There was a silence.

"You did what?"

"Sit down, Dane."

I heard the couch take his weight.

"The detective called me this morning," Joanna said. "He read me a file."

"What file?"

"The one you've been keeping on my husband for four years."

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