“They did. You’ve got me in your phone.”

“I do not.”

I showed him. He took the phone and held it at arm’s length, and I watched him read the contact card and I watched him read what it was saved as.

Claire (do not call).

He handed it back without a word.

We sat there for a while. He told me the parking structure story with total lucidity and total wrongness — the car, the space number, a meeting downtown that had ended in 2016.