My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

She stared at the screen for a very long time, perfectly still.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“Did I bring the wrong book?”

Lauren didn’t answer me.

She looked at my face, then back at the flashing alert on her monitor.

She reached under the counter and pressed a small gray button near her knee.

“That’s the girl from the old case file,” Lauren whispered to herself.

“Excuse me?” I said.