“I don’t suppose you have a Faraday pouch handy?” she asked, and King pulled one from a drawer. “I’ve never been more insulted in my life,” he said as she dropped the dead man’s cell phone inside, where no signal could get in or out. And, together, they kept searching his pockets, but there was nothing else. No papers. No IDs. No credit cards or cash or handy If found, please return to . . . stickers.
