Would you like to leave a message?’” I quoted, looking down at my hands.

“That’s exactly what she told me.”

“So Lauren is at her desk in Upper Arlington,” Rachel said.

“She’s been there since eight this morning,” I said.

“Then she isn’t the one who typed her code into your side door,” Rachel said, her voice sharp as glass.

I turned my head toward the passenger window, watching the flat brown cornfields stretch out toward the autumn skyline, refusing to say the name out loud.

“Diane,” Rachel said, her tone leaving no room to dodge.