“You’re seeing things that simply aren’t there.”

“The letter was addressed to you by name,” I said.

“It had a past-due stamp right across the front.”

Mark didn’t answer me.

He stood up from the table, picked up his napkin, and tossed it onto his half-eaten plate.

“Dinner is finished,” Mark said, looking over at Sloan.

“We have calls to make.”

He walked out of the dining room into the front hallway.