While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

was the kind of person you kept a number for.

I was sitting in his office in downtown Phoenix by nine the following morning.

He listened to everything without interruption, which is the sign of a good investigator. When I finished, he was quiet for a moment in the way he had always been quiet before he spoke in that conference room, the pause of a man continue reading …