The Case of the Lost Laptop
It was about 8:55 in the morning when my phone rang with a name and number that I didn’t recognize. I usually ignore such calls since they are likely to be from someone asking me if I’d like solar panels for my home or a pre-approved loan of $50,000, but for some reason, I answered the call. A man on the other end said his name was Carlos and that he drives for Uber. He asked to speak to my husband, saying “I’m trying to reach a Nekemiya Skore. Did he travel to Israel recently?”
