She said she didn’t want to go home.

I told her to sit tight and I’d put my coat on and walk over and get her.”

“And then?”

“Then the car came up the drive.

Nine forty.

She didn’t come to the door.

Abigail came out, got in, and the car went back down and turned left.” Elena looked at the envelope in my hand.

“I’ve gone over that left turn every night since.”