A few nights later Bianca called Spencer thirty-nine times in a single evening, and he answered at last on speakerphone while the two of us were being driven home from a charity event.

“I’ve lost my keys!” she sobbed down the line.

“There’s a strange man in the hallway, I’m terrified — ” a muffled little scream, and then the call cut out.

Spencer ordered the driver to turn around at once.

I got out at the next red light and let him go rescue her from a danger she had scripted herself.

Half an hour later my investigator sent me high-resolution photographs of the two of them kissing on the staircase of her building.

I had them printed.