no one would think to look. They don’t choose randomly. They watch. They verify. For months before Lori was born, they were watching men like you — steady jobs, clean records, a temperament people trusted, no family that could be leveraged against you. The tow that night wasn’t a mistake in dispatching. It was arranged. Your shop was chosen because you worked alone in the bay most nights, because your boss trusted you completely, and because — and I want you to know this mattered more than anything — everyone who’d ever worked
Sixteen years ago I found a stranger’s baby in a car trunk — I never imagined she’d been left there for me.
