“Grab that for me, honey?”

I bent down slowly, making a show of taking a deep breath as if my back were stiff.

My fingers closed on the folded sheet.

It was an itemized cell phone bill for an unlisted account.

The top line showed forty-three texts sent to a single number in the last forty-eight hours.

I palmed the bill into my right jacket pocket while my left hand picked up a stray coupon that had fallen beside it, and I handed her the coupon instead.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said, taking the coupon without a glance and slipping it back into her bag.