Sally buzzed. Marilyn didn't ask her where she had gone this last time.

"I don't know if you're taking calls," Sally said.

"Who is it, Sally?"

"Security says there's a package for you."

"Tell them I'll be right down."

Still wearing the sweater, she went to the elevator. She didn't even stop to examine the parcel until she returned to her office and locked the door behind her.

White lined sheets of paper covered the bundle, the seam between them sealed with yellowed tape. She ripped it open and discovered her purse inside, completely intact, even the keys. Marilyn released a long-held breath. Only the money was gone. She looked on the package again and found an ink scrawl reading:

I AM SORRY

Her phone rang. "I told you," the thief said. "I'm not a bad person. I'm not. Do you want to go out Saturday?"