“Hand that key to the morning shift supervisor,” I told Dale.

Dale looked down at the brass key for a long moment before he picked it up and slipped it into his shirt pocket.

“Where’re you going to sleep tonight?” Dale asked.

“I’ve rented a brick house three blocks from the park,” I said.

“It’s got a front yard and a shade tree.”

By noon the sun was blazing on the asphalt of the strip mall lot.

I walked into the bank branch and went straight to Brenda’s glass office by the back vault.