A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son

It might even have been good advice from someone whose first response hadn’t been to tell me to check my drawers.

I said the original footage remained with its owner and the police had a copy.

Greg laid the pen down carefully.

“What can you see on it?”

“The car.”

“Anything else?”

“A man.”

“What man?”