Look at the Dates
Chapter 22 — The Note Under the Door
The calls began the next morning, twelve of them by eight o’clock, ten from my parents’ number and two from Danny, and I stood by the counter with my thumb against the edge of the phone and did not answer any of them.
Do you want to call them back, Marcus asked.
I want to know what they have to say, I said.
That isn’t quite the same thing, he said, and he was right, as he usually was about the difference between a thing and its shadow.