I was reading when my mobile phone started vibrating in my pocket. When I pulled it out, Marijan Vejvoda’s name appeared on the screen, and I accepted the call. “Hi, Marijan,” I started cheerfully. “How did you know it was me?” he was taken aback. “You’re in my contacts,” I explained. “Hm,” he continued, “how come you’re not in my contacts?” We met for a chat in the center of Zagreb a few minutes later. This was our first meeting after about seven years. As soon as we started talking, Marijan’s fascination with conspirology came to the fore. He is an expert at it, no less. It was a joy talking to him, as ever. Only after our meeting it crossed my mind that I never asked him about my phone number. If I was not in his contacts, how did he find the number?