“Did she tell you why?”

“Because she didn’t want me looking for you,” Lily said.

“What did she tell you about Paul?” I asked.

“Did he ever bring you to my house?”

“I know who you are,” Lily said.

She reached into her coat pocket, pushed her small hand through the gap in the window, and dropped a folded piece of paper onto the passenger seat.

The lined notebook paper landed face up on the gray vinyl.