”I nodded encouragingly, wondering if she’d keep going; I wasn’t quite sure why she’d wanted to see me, and as glad as I was so see her, I was...still confused and feeling awkward. We sat in silence for a moment that stretched on until it was slightly uncomfortable, while my mind raced, trying to think of what to say next.Finally she broke the silence. “I need your help.”“Anything,” I agreed immediately. And I meant it; the poor woman was a Warden because of my recommendation, and she’d been. It seemed that conditions had been just right to enable the water to freeze instantly, covering everything with a slippery surface.Evidently I had called first, because the rescue truck stopped in front of me before any of the other stranded folks. He lowered a cable down to my vehicle and slowly winched me up onto the shoulder. Once my vehicle was on the road, he proceeded to hook me up for the tow."Where should I take you?" He asked.He appeared to be about my age. He wore a stocking cap that. “Who do you think built it?” Harold said, pointing to the table. “And why?”“Why do you wonder that after all these years?” she asked.“Strange thoughts that come to me in the moonlight,” he answered with a smile. Then more seriously he added, “But I still want to know. Who? And why?”“My sister,” Shelly replied, rubbing the worn stone top of the table. Then she reached across the table, grasped his hand in hers, looked him in the eyes, and said sadly, “Guilt.”“Guilt?” Harold asked. “She wasn’t. ‘Mister Warner is always in at this hour, Detective,’ he said haughtily, thankfully interrupting my train of thought. ‘But he’sbusy with dinner and can’t be disturbed. Important guests, you see. Perhaps you should call back in a few hours.’ I sighed. It wasn’t fair to have to use the easy way through him. I wanted to make him give up, and he wanted to dominate me into backing down. I was going to violate the rules and part of me didn’t want to. ‘Not this time, Ivan. This is serious and I need.