The red taillights of my father’s sedan turned down Cedar Lane, kicking up cold gravel along the ditch.

Knox walked out to the gravel driveway and leaned his heavy chin against my left thigh.

I took my phone out of my coat pocket.

My fingers were stiff from the damp salt breeze off the Elizabeth River, but I typed the company name into the search bar without stopping.

Apex Development Corporation came up at the top of the screen.

Their main regional headquarters was listed on High Street in Norfolk, nine miles east.