her car in for an oil change. As a surprise.” He smiled a little. “It was under the owner’s manual. Wrapped in a scarf.”
Rachel’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.
“It was dead,” Tom said. “So I charged it. I didn’t know what it was. I thought maybe it was an old phone of hers. From before we met.” He turned it over in his hand. “It only had one number saved. Under the name M.“
He flipped the phone open. He pressed a button. He held it up so Michael could see the screen.
“This number,” Tom said.
Michael didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He looked like he’d stopped breathing.
“And then,” Tom said, “I found the other one. The other phone. The one that goes with it. Last week, when you two came up for my birthday. Remember, Michael? You left your jacket on the back of the chair in the dining room. It fell off when I was vacuuming. And this fell out of the
pocket.”
He reached into his other pocket. He pulled out a second phone. Exactly the same. Small. Cheap. Gray.
He held them up side by side.
