I pulled my keys from my pocket and pressed the unlock button on the fob.

The Honda chirped, and Arthur did not move away from the door.

“If the police come to your office, you tell them the timeline,” Arthur said.

“Seven to midnight.”

“I am going to work tomorrow, Arthur,” I said.

“And I am going to do my job.”

“We know where you work, Mara,” he said softly.

He stepped back then, just enough for me to pull the door open.