“Did you leave your handbag in the car?”

“It’s locked in the trunk under the spare tire,” I said.

My thumb worked my grandmother’s silver ring around my knuckle, twisting the band around and around until my skin felt hot.

“He doesn’t know about safe deposit box thirty-two,” Evelyn said.

“He doesn’t know about anything inside the bank,” I said.

The digital clock on Evelyn’s nightstand read twelve forty-five in red numbers.

“Call Rachel Kim right now,” Evelyn said, lifting the phone off her nightstand.