Chapter 22

I say, “Not to change the subject, but—”

“Please do. I don’t want to talk about work anymore.”

“I’m afraid my news is just as grim.”

There is a hint of amusement in his voice. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.”

I stare up into Philip’s rugged face. “Speaking of unfortunate circumstances, do you happen to know what the percentage rate is for homeless people in Milestone County?”

“Is this rhetorical?”

I shake my head. “Afraid not.”

He exhales and stares around the room. “I don’t know the exact numbers, but I know I’ve seen a rise in the homeless community just in the last month. It is especially noticeable around the holiday season, people digging through dumpsters around town and sleeping in the park. Why do you ask?”