The Harbor. Carla Neggers

I’m Steven Monroe. My friends call me Stick. I’m a longtime friend of the West family.” He spoke clearly and precisely despite his clenched-jaw look. “You can count me among those who don’t appreciate your attitude or your presence here.”

      J.B. shut his door. “Okay.”

      Monroe didn’t react. “The break-in yesterday at Christina’s house and today at her café—I think they happened because of you. I checked you out. You should be in a treatment center, not in a town where good people are trying to put a terrible experience behind them.”