Chapter 88 The Key She Never Returned

• Derrick was waiting in the driveway when I came downstairs the next morning, still in yesterday's clothes, the nursery floor having left its impression on my back and the side of my face.
• He didn't say anything about it. He never did. That was one of the reasons I had kept him close for so many years. Derrick had a particular gift for seeing everything and commenting on nothing unless it was necessary.
• "Sir," he said. "The full footage is loaded onto the secondary drive, the way you asked. And I confirmed it with the security company. No one tampered with it. It's clean."