Karen looked at Danton first.
Then Avery.
Then her eyes moved to Reed.
Her breath caught.
“That’s him,” she whispered.
Amelia became very still. “The man who called you?”
Karen nodded.
“That’s the voice.”
The flower shop seemed suddenly too quiet.
Wind chimes tapped softly against the glass door.
Karen pressed her fingers to her mouth. “Who is he?”
Amelia looked down at the photograph.
“Someone who may have helped keep an innocent man in prison.”
Karen closed her eyes.
“I’ll testify,” she said before Amelia could ask. “I should have done it years ago.”
Amelia let out the breath she had been holding.
“You were scared.”
Karen wiped her cheek. “So was that little girl. She still told.”
That sentence followed Amelia all the way back to town.
By the time she reached the prison, dusk had settled low and purple across the horizon. She had called ahead to request an urgent meeting with Mitchell, but when she entered his office, she found him standing by the window with his coat on.
