target.
That last part was the thing that kept circling back to him in the apartment at night.
Not the fear of prison, though that was there.
Not the humiliation of the charge, though that was there, too.
But the why.
Why Walter Briggs, a 61-year-old school janitor with a clean record and $47,000 worth of nothing to show for his life? Why him? Why now? And underneath that, like a river underneath a road, he could feel it, the pressure of it, the thing he already suspected but
