“Text message.”

I opened a new text on the small rubber keypad and waited with my thumb over the buttons.

“Type it exactly as I say it, digit by digit,” he said, staring up at the white plaster ceiling to steady his voice.

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Two zero six,” he whispered, taking a slow breath between each number.

I typed the three digits into the dark line on the screen.

“Five five five,” he went on.