“So she texted me back,” Lucy continued, “as if ‘Mark R.’ was a real person in our newsroom. She told me to reschedule the meeting and then started kind of blowing me off. I don’t know, Bruce, it felt super odd. Like creepy Dateline odd.” “Dateline odd?” I asked. I wasn’t fully following. “Yes,” she said with an urgency in her voice. “Like someone-has-her-phone odd.”
