Three months in, he found a blogspot page from 2005. One post. A blurry photo of a woman in a leather trench coat, back to the camera, holding a bottle of Dom Pérignon. Caption: Connie at the Palladium, before she bust it down for good.

“You didn’t find me. I let you. Now finish grading your papers, Leo. Elena is waiting.”

“You’re looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found,” Elena said.

Then he went upstairs to his wife. The record spins on an empty turntable. No needle. But if you put your ear to the speaker, you can almost hear a woman laughing.