I tapped the screen and zoomed in on the sharp photo of the brass padlock gleaming against the gray steel lid.

My phone glowed with the clear picture of my locked garage freezer under a promotional price tag.

I saved the image to three different folders and backed it up to the cloud before midnight.

By seven fifteen the next morning, I pulled into our driveway to shower and change before heading back to the hospital.

A gray sedan idling at the curb pulled in right behind my tailgate.

A man in a short-sleeved blue shirt got out with a thick manila envelope under his arm.