I listened while Dan asked about the drive.
Greg said traffic had been awful.
Dan told him we were sorry we’d missed him and asked whether he’d be back near Chicago Friday.
Apparently, he would.
“Come over for dinner,” Dan said.
Greg immediately agreed.
When Dan hung up, he looked at me.
“Now tell me.”
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“First, pictures.”
I photographed everything before we touched it.
The garbage bags.
The ants.
The sink.
The tea bags.
The empty refrigerator.
A grease stain on one of the dining chairs.
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Then I noticed something beside the trash.
Four takeout receipts.
They were from the same restaurant and on the same day.
But the orders were different.
One had six entrées.
I picked it up.
“Dan.”
He came over.
“What?”
“Did Greg tell you he was meeting anybody while he was here?”
“No.”
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I showed him the receipt.
His expression changed.
