He drove through his old neighborhood on the way home and parked across the street from where Shirley's home used to be. The street number was still painted on the curb but that was the only evidence of the life he'd had here. Behind the number was only the memory of the home. He shook his head and headed back to the office.

On the way his phone ran so he put it on speaker. "Ed speaking."

"Hi Ed! It's Angie. Could you swing by the house on your way home tonight? I have a question for you," she said.

"You can't ask me now?" he asked.

"Sorry, I need...