Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past
He pushed the door open and said something to the waitress over his shoulder.
“Tomorrow at two.
She won’t be in the room.”
The door swung shut.
I walked back to my car without looking at his truck again.
I saved the photos in a folder marked Audit and wrote the date, the mileage, and the three photo times in my black leather ledger.
At nine that night I spread three binders across my kitchen counter.
Blue for bank records.