routes on the shelter wall, and a quick check confirmed that none of the routes would take me anywhere near Janaâs apartment, even if I wanted to wait until six. My back ached from sitting in the white-tile room, and the cut on my temple itched. I was tired. I took out my phone to call a cab, and the display revealed seven missed calls, all of them from Sophie.
I tried to imagine what I might say to her, came up with nothing, put the phone down on the bench. I leaned my head against the plexiglass wall of the shelter and closed my eyes, just to rest them.
The man in the trench coat said, âYou got the wrong idea, son, sleepinâ in a bus stop. Copsâll roust you for sure.â
âIâm not going to sleep.â
He laughed. âThink I know what a man looks like when heâs âbout to sleep.â
I slept. Had a dream too, though I donât remember much of it. I know there was candlelight in it, and Jana Fletcher, and she was alive.
I woke with the man in the trench coat shaking my shoulder.
âCome on now, son, your rideâs here,â he said.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
âYouâre a lucky fella,â he said. âRide like that.â
I looked around for a cab, then remembered I hadnât called one.
The man in the trench coat was trying to hand me my cell phone. âI took the liberty of makinâ the arrangements,â he said. âFigured you wouldnât mind.â
On the other side of the street, a car sat by the curb. The hazard lights blinking, the driverâs door open. A woman stood by the door. Catâs-eye glasses and her hair gathered in a clip. Sophie.
âYour phone rang while you were sleepinâ, so I took the liberty,â the man in the trench coat said. âGood thing I did, since it was your lady callinâ.â
Sophie was watching me but she stayed where she was. She didnât cross the street.
âGo on now,â the man said. âYouâd be a damn fool not to go with a lady like that.â
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T he following afternoon I woke up in my own bed for the first time in ten days.
The blinds were closed but I could see daylight seeping through. I sat up, swept the covers off, planted my feet on the floor. Raised a hand to my temple and felt the stitches Sophie had put there after she brought me home.
Sheâd been unnaturally calm in the car.
âSeven times I called you,â sheâd said.
âIâm sorry.â
âI heard on the news, about that girl. Local news, eleven oâclock. I didnât know where you were. I called and you didnât answer.â
âThe cops took my phone.â
âI thought you were dead.â
âWhy wouldââ
âI thought you were with that girl and you were dead, just like her. The news didnât mention you, but I thought maybe they wouldnâtâmaybe theyâd wait until the police notified your next of kin. And thatâs not me, Iâm only your fiancée. Theyâd be trying to call your damn mother in Floridaââ
âSophie, Iâm alive.â
âSeven times. Finally some detective answered, and he passed me off to some
other
detective, and he wouldnât tell me anything, except that you couldnât come to the phone, you were being questioned.â
âThat was probably Morettiââ
âSo then I knew you were alive, and I was left to wonder if you were a suspect in a murder.â
âIâm not.â
âIs that why they kept you there half the night?â
âWell, I might be, a little,â I said. âBut itâll pass. I didnât do it.â
Without taking her eyes off the road Sophie made a fist and punched me in the shoulder. She punched me again, harder. And again.
âYou didnât do it,â she said, echoing me. âDid you think I thought you did