The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

“Ohio,” Arthur said.

“The investigator charged two thousand dollars.”

I told him I would bring a cashier’s check to his office at the strip mall on Monday morning.

“Morning,” Arthur said, clearing his throat.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

I told him I was already sitting at my kitchen table.

“Table,” Arthur said.

“Rebecca Miller lived in Cleveland until twelve years ago.”