“I picked an outside table. The coffee is good here and the street is quiet. Please sit down. I’ve something important to tell you, so don’t start scrolling on that cell phone you’ve hidden in your lap. “You needn’t turn away. I caught that smile. I’ll keep it short. “He’s returned. I saw him yesterday. It’s now beyond doubt that the boating accident where his body was never recovered was a ruse, a ploy, an escape. I’ve always suspected it, in spite of what you wanted me to believe. “You’re shaking your head. I know. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him, but the others were years ago and fleeting. This time I’m absolutely sure it’s him. “There’s the smile again. Don’t mock me. I followed him long enough to be certain. His looks have changed with age, of course, but I recognized that cocky gait, the odd tilt of his head, the way his hands move when he walks, and that sweatshirt with the tattered neckline he loved wearing at the lake. He …