He was looking toward the hallway. When the tape clicked off, he stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, “I don’t remember them telling me where.” He frowned. “But I do remember my dad in my room once. In the closet. I thought he was fixing something.” Brian straightened. “The closet?” James nodded slowly. “That’s the only thing I can remember.”
They went to the back room at once. James stood in the doorway and looked around, his eyes catching on things that no longer existed. “This was mine,” he said. He crossed to the small closet and stared down at the floor. Brian moved the laundry basket aside and knelt.