One form on the wall stopped him cold. It had his own name, his own address, and a date three days from today. Marsh backed toward the window — and heard the boards he'd pried loose being nailed shut again, from outside.

Marsh photographed every form and ran for the police. But the officer who took his statement was named on one of those forms too — and according to Marsh's own files, that officer had drowned last spring. They knew his face now, and they weren't done.