“Ask me where Roger went, by the way.

My old partner.

Packed up in May, moved down to Florida, never said a word to me about it.

That’s what people are like.”

The back door didn’t latch behind him either.

David kept a paper calendar on my office wall, one page a month, because he said a teacher who trusts a phone trusts nothing.

I took June down, laid it flat on the desk, and set the withdrawal page beside it.

The seventeenth had one line on it in his square capitals: Mother luncheon, Fayetteville, 10:30.