“Every one of those is a man explaining himself to a machine that keeps receipts,” he said.

“Ten more and we won’t need a witness.”

The phone rang again at 9:44.

The screen read The Apex Club.

I put it on speaker before saying a word.

“Mrs.

Hayes, this is Victoria Croft at the club.” Clipped, with something else working beneath the clipped tone.

“It’s Ms. Hayes now.”