I came up along the rear bumper, feet on the white parking line, in no hurry.

Dust covered the dashboard.

A cardboard coffee cup sat in the cup holder with a dried ring around its base.

The floor mat had been pushed forward.

A blue leather bank book lay flat against the metal floor, its corner curled up.

The glove compartment door hung open.

A folded page from the same book was wedged beside a tire gauge.

I took one wide picture with the license plate in the frame.