“There was no agreement,” I said.

The police supervisor pulled a small black notebook from his breast pocket and clicked his pen.

“Is your name anywhere on this document, ma’am?” the supervisor asked Vanessa.

“No,” she said instantly.

“Just his.”

She backed away two steps toward the edge of the driveway, leaving Mark standing alone by the driver’s side door.

“You knew about the four hundred dollars,” Mark shouted at her.

“You transferred the electric bill yesterday.”