She frowned at the steering wheel.

“Why would a man say a thing like that?”

I dug in the duffel for a pen, and my hand closed on the old military phone instead, dead since my last post, the retired number still stuck to the back with a strip of yellowed tape.

I put it back and wrote the times on my own envelope.

Charles was outside room 412 with his phone in his hand and his eyes on the door.

I walked up and held the report so the header showed.