"No. No, I don't," he said, chuckling under his breath. There was also the matter that Mia had no idea that her boyfriend had anything wrong with him, aside from what she could see. And that she probably wasn't going to be very happy about it to find out.

"Tell her I'm just running late," he said. "That I just had an..." An accident? No. That's what the police said he'd had in the courthouse cafeteria all those years ago.

"Sorry," he muttered again. "Forget that part." He recited Mia's number for him.