My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

“Robert, you old dog,” he said over the phone. “I thought you were off wrestling with tomato hornworms.”

“This is a different kind of pest, Marcus,” I said. “I need you to look into a woman named Victoria Hartwell. Born 1985, supposedly from Dayton.”

Two days later, Marcus called back. “You’re not going to believe this.”

I sat down.

“There is no Victoria continue reading …