The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

“Ten thousand dollars in cash,” I said.

“Paul withdrew it at nine in the morning, and your overdue club dues were paid at two that afternoon.”

Evans looked down at the linoleum between his shoes.

“Paul… was… an… acquaintance,” he said, even more slowly.

“You signed the death certificate for my baby while I was unconscious in room 312,” I said.

“Did Paul hand you the cash in this lobby?

Was Rebecca waiting outside in the car?”