Arthur Vance went to Oak Street on the twenty-seventh of September 2024 at about four in the afternoon.

He has told me this once, in the following May, after everything, in his office with the door open, and he told it reluctantly and only because I asked him directly whether he had seen her.

He drove himself.

He did not take anybody.

He took the signature card and the slip in a folder and he sat in that front room for about forty minutes, in the chair with the sagging arm that nobody sat in.

My grandmother was in her own chair with a blanket over her knees and she made him tea, or she tried to and he made it.