Dick was a stranger in town. It was the county seat, so many people stayed for a time and then moved on, but Dick neither moved on nor told anyone why he stayed. He said he had been a salesman and had sold factory equipment, but nobody was sure that was a thing. It was clear he didn’t work, and he wasn’t a joiner, and he didn’t talk much. He might have been in the witness protection program. Maybe he didn’t realize that the things people imagined were much worse than the truth.
Secret identities