I awoke the next morning to a knocking at my door. I slipped out of bed, threw on my housecoat, and went to the door. "Who is it?" I wondered.

"It's the police," came the response. "We are investigating the case of Jonathan Li. Please open the door."

I opened the door, invited the officers into my living room, and asked them to sit down. I brought coffee out, sat down, and waited for the interrogation to begin.

"My name is Jake," the first officer said, "and this is ...