“Chloe doesn’t know a thing,” she said, her voice trembling.

“All she wanted was the pool and the clothes.

She didn’t help me with Arthur’s stamp or the bank forms.”

“Where are the sports car keys?” I asked.

“On the kitchen island at the house,” she said.

“I left them right next to the garage door opener.”

“Be out of the state before dark,” I said.

She didn’t ask anything else.