SarahChapter 3
As soon as we got home, Sarah started on the dirty laundry, while I put the perishables in the refrigerator. Then, while I went to my office to check the mail and phone messages, Sarah moved into the master bedroom. She hadn't consulted me, but I had no complaint. It was-naturally and necessarily-where she belonged. When I emerged an hour later, she was done and had found the card from the fed. He was a Special Agent Norm Johnson of the Drug Enforcement Administration, Denver office. I...