I carried my coffee out to the cars.

The garage held three vehicles, but the far corner bay sat empty.

Under that empty bay was a loose floorboard I’d put in years ago.

Tiffany had the back of her white SUV open.

She had on a crisp pink polo and a white visor.

She reached into the back seat, grabbed a pair of pricey golf shoes, and tossed them into the trunk.

She heaved her heavy leather golf bag up with a sharp grunt.