“The rental company made a clerical mistake with the bank routing numbers,” she said.

“Rob kicked you out, didn’t he?” I asked.

She stopped pacing.

Her arms fell limp at her sides.

“He didn’t kick me out,” she said.

“Mark spotted the cheap plastic trim and the loose stitching on that handbag you brought for Lily,” I said.

“The price tags were snipped right out of the clothes.

You don’t have any apartment in Chicago.”