I put my tea down.

“He did what?”

“Right out there on the steps.

Said his lighter was in the car.” She lifted her mug and held it without drinking.

“A man with fifty thousand dollars in his pocket goes and buys a lighter at the gas station.”

She went quiet for a moment, puzzling something out behind her eyes.

“And Natalie.

When he crossed the street by the park, I got a look at his shoes from where I was parked.