“Thank you, Sarah.”

I folded the printed summary into four small squares and tucked it deep into my heavy wool coat pocket, keeping my fingers over it against my side.

I turned and walked across the cold tile lobby toward the glass double doors.

As I stepped out onto the concrete steps into the gray autumn wind, the heavy brass latch clicked shut behind me and the automatic lock set for the morning.

The printed bank summary sat on the passenger seat as I drove straight to the house on Maple Street.