“Your cell. Caleb sat in the truck and watched him do it.”

“Laura, I never—”

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I’m calling instead of writing. Claire, you need to hear the next part from a person.”

“Tell me.”

“It rang out. He didn’t leave a message. Caleb says he stood there for a while and then came back to the truck and said *wrong number,* and Caleb knew he was lying and didn’t push.

He drove north two days later. He never tried again.”