Chapter 11: The Note Under the Bed

For three days, Cade Hollis was a ghost in his own lodge. Gone before six. Home after midnight. Polite. Devastatingly polite. He passed me the salt. He asked if I needed the truck. He said "sleep well" through a closed door. I have never been so lonely with someone in the same building. The hearings went our way, and even that felt like it was happening to other people. The county attorney charged Preston with felony stalking, unlawful entry, and two counts of violating an order of protection....