asked if he could borrow my phone to call his aunt.
I hesitated.
For a moment, all the warnings I had heard about strangers flashed through my mind.
Then I thought about my own children.
I gave him the phone.
“Hurry up.”
The call lasted less than thirty seconds.
He thanked her and returned the item.
I thought it was over.
Instead, he looked across the parking lot and told me not to get in my car.
Then he revealed everything.
His name was Marcus.
She stated that David had approached her nearly two months earlier at a church dinner on Fremont Street.
According to Marcus, my husband claimed that I was becoming confused and forgetful.
He said that David was worried about me.
He said he needed someone to take care of me.
And he offered Marcus $300
