“Victor called my house twice last night,” he said.

“Hung up both times.

A man doesn’t hang up twice unless he’s working up to something.”

“He’s a notary with a chin rash and a mortgage.”

“He’s a notary.” Arthur picked up his cup.

“There’s exactly one person in this town who can say out loud that your father wasn’t in that room, and it isn’t me and it isn’t you.”

The bus came up over the hill with its lights on and didn’t stop.