Dennis stood and pulled on his coat.

“Your brother-in-law is going to say I forged these.”

He picked up his bag.

“He already did it once.”

I parked two spaces down from Brandon’s pickup at twenty past three and shut off my engine before I opened my door.

The diner window was full of yellow light.

Brandon stood at the register with his wallet open, laughing at something the waitress said.

The passenger window of his truck was open three inches.