The Room My Father Built
It is in an evidence folder now and I have a photocopy, and it says, in his handwriting: 14 years.
I would do all of it again.
C.
I called Detective Ruiz from my car at nine in the morning and said, “He’s booked our anniversary dinner,” and there was a silence on the line and then he said, “Right.
I want you to listen carefully.”
“You want me to cancel.”
“No.
I want you to go, and I want you to eat nothing you haven’t watched arrive, and I want you to not drink anything at all, and I want you to text me when you sit down and when you stand up.”