No one responded to Sheriff Cole's request.
A dog, faraway in some distant evening, barked once. Outside, the pigs had fallen quiet.
Lucy McGinley's hands outlined a stain on her skirt that only her fingertips were aware of. Her eyes stared hard at the Sheriff, almost glazed, almost but not quite, looking right through him. Zeke stared at his book, his eyes, like his smile, motionless. The silence in the room was broken only by the small, barely audible sound of the metal blade hitting rhythmically against Samuel's palm.
Suddenly an invisible voice boomed from behind the locked study door.