I wanted to head home and study the memory card she’d given me. There had to be something important on it I’d missed. But my phone buzzed at nine a.m. sharp, reminding me I had to work. I’d taken an unpaid day off when Caro died, then another for the funeral, and I couldn’t afford to lose more money. I worked for a company called Snapp, an app that allowed New Yorkers who couldn’t make time to buy toilet paper outsource their shopping and domestic chores. Plenty of other services did that, too, but Snapp’s edge was in giving clients a warm body to organize all the stuff they bought. That was where I came in. In Snapp parlance, I was a curator. It was an exalted title for someone who spent her days opening toothpaste and soapboxes, cleaning the contents, and then arranging them in Olympic-sized bathrooms scented with candles that cost more than what I spent on food in a week. To most of the clients, I was like a friendly ghost. They never met me, and that was by design. The app’s tagline was Snapp and it’s done. Normally, I communicated with clients by text or email. Some of them never got in touch at all.

The text was from my boss, an angry Gen Xer whose hair was always greasy and who had weirdly short arms, which had led to the predictable nickname T-Rex. He hated everyone he managed on Snapp’s payroll, and the feeling was mutual. This was his message to me: WTF, D? What are you doing at Tudor City?

I gritted my teeth. One of the worst things about Snapp was that bosses liked to spy on my location. Had to talk to the police about my sister, I texted back.

T-Rex’s reply popped up ten seconds later. You took yesterday off for your sister’s funeral.

I could feel my face flush.

The police are investigating her death, I texted back. This is serious. And I’m on my way to work anyway.

I was hurrying north as I typed. I was a little over half a mile from the Sutton Place apartment where I needed to be.

Irresponsibility has consequences, T-Rex typed back.

His veiled threat made me ball my fists. He was a creep who knew how to push my buttons.