Then the shop number lit up my phone, and my dispatcher started talking before I had it to my ear.

“There’s a county car in the lot, Thomas.

A guy came in with an envelope and asked when you’d be back.”

“Did he give a name?”

“He left his card on your desk.

Said he’d try the house tonight.”

Diane was watching me with her chin lowered.

“Then don’t sleep at your house,” she said.