“That was Jaclyn.”

I said nothing and let the electronic hum of the hard drive fill the room.

“She’s staying at her sister’s apartment out by the highway,” Clay said.

“She told me you were old and confused.

She said you were making things up because you hated her from day one.”

“And what did you say to her on the phone?” I asked.

Clay rubbed both hands over his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.