Dalton looked like what he was, a boy who had made a decision and was walking toward the consequences of it without having been able to fully calculate what those consequences would be. He was 18 years old. He held the door for Sandra Oaks without thinking about it. The automatic courtesy Ruth had noticed on Sunday mornings, the version of Dalton that existed when Pierce wasn’t in the room. He sat across from Marsh and Helen Voss and talked for 2 hours and 11 minutes.

He talked about specific conversations. He talked about specific instructions. He talked about things Pierce had said in specific rooms with Dalton present, beginning when Dalton was 9 years old and continuing until 3 weeks ago. He talked about the 2014 campaign. Pierce on the phone in his home office, a call Dalton had overheard at 13 years old.

PICE telling someone that the licensing board matter needed to move faster because the election was in 6 weeks. He talked about 2018, a man named Sam Kowalsski, who had submitted the low bid on a county road project and received a letter withdrawing the invitation to bid 2 days after publicly supporting a candidate Pierce was opposing. Dalton had been 16. He’d been sitting at the kitchen table doing homework when Pierce made the call that preceded the letter. He talked about the approach PICE had given him regarding Ren Ashford, the exact language, the objective as PICE had framed it.

The way Pierce had said it was important that the girl understand Milhaven wasn’t going to work for her and that the understanding needed to come from her own experience rather than from anything traceable. He talked about the scar on his forearm, about the dirt bike and the conversation afterward. Pierce looking at the wound with the precise calmness of someone demonstrating a principle rather than expressing anger. About the four years since then, the continuous accommodation, the decisions he’d stopped making without permission. He did not editorialize.

He did not explain his reasons for being in this room. He answered what was asked, and when he finished answering, he waited. Voss looked at him. Mr. Ree, what you’ve said today is going to require you to repeat it in a formal proceeding.

The consequences for your stepfather when this moves forward will be significant and will affect your family in ways that are difficult to predict fully. Do you understand that? Dalton looked at the table. A long moment. Then he looked up.