Chapter 20

I’m fine, he repeated. When am I coming with you to meet the sketch artist? Now? Jeff interpreted for him.

Miles looked at him with a long, assessing gaze before he said shortly, “Tomorrow.”

And now what?Devin asked, feeling slightly deflated.

Jeff nodded toward Blake, who was sitting at the far side of the room. Blake asked where you were three days ago.

Devin tilted his head. You know where I was.

Tell them.

He sighed. I was with Jeff and some patients at the institute. I teach piano there on that day every week, why?Devin looked at Blake and Miles. Someone died?

“A dad, a mom, and two boys,” Miles said coldly. “And their house was burned down.”