I slipped his card into my wallet beside the receipt for the Buick’s alternator, which I still had not replaced.

Before we parted, I asked one more question.

“Have you seen this letter before?”

Samuel looked at the sealed envelope in my hand.

“I have seen the file number.

I have not yet verified the letter.”

He left me with no answer about its contents, but I had a name to call and a document to request.

That was more than I had possessed when I woke up.