For Nearly 3 Hours, a Stranger Kept Touching My Leg on the Bus—Then, Just Before We Got Off, He Slipped Me a Handkerchief and Whispered, “Pretend You’re Dizzy—Don’t Sign Anything.”

off to which bus you were taking.”

“My father in law?” I asked, stunned. “He knew?”

“He wanted to save Leo,” Marcus explained, looking at me through the rearview mirror as the truck picked up speed. “Arthur played the frail, dying old man to buy you time. The gray handkerchief was our signal. If you pretended to be dizzy, it gave you an excuse not to continue reading …