“He is a seasonal worker at Onslow’s cherry farm. He would come and go from time to time. This was to be his last work in Stoneraine. He found a better job up north.”

“Where up north?”

Anabelle had not cared enough to ask when Jose was bragging about how he was going to be making much more than old Onslow was paying in his cherry orchard. Now, she wished more than anything that she had paid enough attention to ask.

“You don’t know, do you?” he asked in that damn tone that gave nothing away.

He sat on one of the couches in the seating area while she stood...