I deleted both voicemails without listening to the second half of either one.

“The landlord at his old apartment building called Vance yesterday,” Sarah said, moving the roller two inches to the left.

“About the lease on the place where Brenda lived?” I asked.

“He taped an eviction notice to the door last Friday,” Sarah said.

“Brenda couldn’t come up with the seven hundred dollars for November without David’s check.”

I picked up the little corner brush and dipped it back into the tray.

“She’s got his real ring,” I said.