Tahir and I entered my apartment and I locked the door behind us. I’d installed a security chain since Manny’s last visit, so that I could answer the door without anyone pushing their way in. I slid it into place, then slipped off my shoes.

Tahir looked at the lock, but didn’t ask me about it. I was grateful for that.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

I had cheap wine and beer and I didn’t take Tahir to be a day drinker, but you never knew. He ...