Elias lied back on the soft leather sectional in the basement, staring at the ceiling. Any minute his father would be back from his run, and he couldn’t decide yet if he would be facing any heat from the man or not. If he hadn’t on the phone, it wasn’t likely, but he’d learned not to make assumptions. His mother had taught him that well. The television played for nobody up the stairs, and he heard the Sunday morning programming playing, reminding him of hours spent in pews as a child, the sheer