which Walter always tried to return and they always refused to accept.
They were men now.
Good men.
Walter did not allow himself to think too often about the fact that he had raised them because thinking about it too much made his chest hurt in a way that had no name in any language he knew.
The call on that Tuesday morning was from a detective named Chris Harmon of the Columbus Police Department.
Could Mr. Briggs come in for a conversation? Nothing formal.
Just a conversation.
Walter had
