
My nine-year-old boy innocently asked why “Mom’s visitor” wasn’t stopping by now that I was back from my work trip. When I asked him who he was talking about, he looked perplexed and said, “The guy who sleeps in your room whenever you go away.” I figured he was just confused. Then he told me his mother had strictly warned him never to tell me. So the following afternoon, I canceled my flight without breathing a word, packed my bags as usual, kissed my wife goodbye, and drove off toward the airport. Ten minutes later, I flipped a U-turn. She thought I was flying hundreds of miles away.
At 6:17, a dark grey sedan rolled past me. I didn’t recognize the make. I waited sixty seconds before pulling out. Then I drove at a crawl down the parallel...
