It sounded like a bank, or a holding company, or a name on a door I had never walked through.

I put the phone on the passenger seat and turned the key.

The Buick started on the second try, and the steering wheel vibrated under my hands.

The screen dimmed and went black.

I picked it up and tapped it awake.

I didn’t sign.

I deleted the email instead.

The phone asked whether I was sure.