“That has nothing to do with it.” Eric McCrea’s cheeks blotched with color. “You think you know what it was like-”

Sarah held up her hands. “Stop right there.” She gave both McCrea and the girl a measured look. “Let’s not go jumping in the deep end before we’ve finished getting our toes wet.” She dropped her hand, opening it to the last person in the circle. “Why don’t you introduce yourself.”

The brunette braced her hands on her thighs. “My name’s Mary McNabb, but everybody calls me Tally.” She looked at Stillman. “Sorta like you, I guess. I was formerly a specialist, formerly in the United States Army.”

“Where did you serve, Tally?”

“Camp Anaconda.”

That got some whistles from the rest. “Mortaritaville,” Fergusson said.

“Yeah, well.” McNabb ran her hands through her short hair.

Stillman snapped his fingers. “Mary McNabb. Fractured left ankle. A car dropped on you?”

McNabb laughed. “I was helping my husband fix it up for resale. I’m impressed you remember.”

Sarah put her hands up again. “Wait.” She looked around the circle. “Do you all know each other?”

They looked at each other. They looked at her. “Yes,” they all said.

“It’s a very small town.” Clare Fergusson’s voice was dry.

Sarah stopped herself before she could ask them to explain. She’d need a clearer picture of their interrelationships eventually, but right now she wanted to focus on opening the first door to whatever issues they might have. “We’ll get into that later,” she said. “I’d like to start by discussing your homecomings.”

MONDAY, JUNE 6

Their dispatcher, Harlene, had managed to get a red, white, and blue WELCOME HOME, ERIC banner printed up and hung from the front of the Millers Kill Police Department. It billowed and snapped in the warm wind gusting up Main Street.

“We gonna have to do the same thing for Kevin, when he gets back?” Deputy Chief Lyle MacAuley squinted in the bright morning sunshine.