I have been.”

“Then who was driving that car,” I said, “if you were coming back from the pharmacy?”

Charles put his hand flat on the table.

His wristband lit up, and he turned his wrist away from me.

“There’s a panel Thursday morning at nine.

I’d like this settled before then.”

Brenda’s thumb found the folded seam of her napkin.

She pressed it flat, then folded it again, then pressed it flat.