Still, a few things had recently bothered me.
David had installed a new lock on his home office while I was working. I had also found a business card in his coat belonging to an attorney who specialized in guardianship and estate law.
David claimed it concerned an elderly patient.
I believed him.
That evening, I stopped at my usual gas station. While the tank filled, I noticed a thin teenage boy sitting beside the ice machine with a worn backpack between his knees.
He approached carefully.
“Ma’am, could I borrow your phone? I need to call my aunt.”
I thought of my own son and handed it over.
When the boy returned the phone, he thanked me and said his aunt was coming.
