I did not ask him how much.

I did not ask him what a replacement chair cost, which would have told me in nine seconds that the numbers did not work.

I did not ask him whether Maya had asked for it.

I did not ask him whether Maya knew.

I did not ask him whether anybody at all had measured her.

Two days later a police officer asked him four of those six questions in another woman’s kitchen, in front of me, and I learned the answers at the same time as a lieutenant did.

Part Six: The Four Hundred Dollars