Philip and Mr. Kenny sat at a small table in the corner of the bar. The place was quiet. A few people drank at the counter.

Philip pushed his drink away and looked at Kenny. “The thing you told me over the phone,” he said. “I didn’t have the chance to say thank you. You were a big help.”

Kenny nodded. He kept his voice low. “The only ones who knew of that video’s existence were Josey, myself, and Desmond’s mother. When I went through Desmond’s mother’s phone… it was all right there.”

Philip’s face did not change. He listened, steady. “But why are you helping us?” he asked. “You...