For one moment, he appeared older than I had ever seen him.
“I would never hurt her.”
“Then help me understand why every woman disappears.”
“I cannot.”
I walked through the house.
Nothing looked unusual.
His laptop sat on the dining table.
His telephone lay beside it.
“May I check your phone?”
Dad hesitated for one second.
Then handed it to me.
“Of course.”
There were no hidden applications.
No suspicious calls.
No temporary-number services.
No messages to the women after they stopped responding except polite questions asking whether they were all right.
