A small piece of notched brass did not say where I lived, where the safe was, or what lay inside it.

Greg’s questions returned to me before I wanted them to.

I called my apartment from the hotel room, although nobody should have been there to answer.

Then I called Greg.

His phone rang until the voicemail message began.

I left no message.

At the desk, I told Martha the safe key was missing and asked the manager to preserve anything related to Daniel’s stay.

Then I took a taxi home.