“Where’s Derek’s car?”
Evelyn set the watering can down on the damp grass, but her hand stayed clamped on the handle.
“He backed the gray sedan down the driveway Tuesday morning with two hard suitcases and his golf bag in the trunk.”
I rubbed the smooth brass button on my left uniform cuff.
“He emailed me Sunday saying he had five days of remote training for the regional sales team.”
“He didn’t say a thing to me about remote training,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a tight, nervous whisper.
“He waved out the car window and said Patricia had everything handled.”
“Patricia lives an hour and a half away in Richmond,” I said.
“Well, she was here on Tuesday too,” Evelyn said, glancing back toward her own front porch before taking half a step closer.“Her blue Buick was parked right by your mailbox at noon.
