“I thought you were in the valley until evening,” I said.

Daniel turned quickly, his key fob clicking as the car doors locked with a sharp double chirp.

He rubbed his thumb over his wedding ring as he pulled his leather briefcase up onto his hip.

“The client rescheduled,” he said smoothly.

“I brought my paperwork home so we could have a quiet dinner together.”

I looked down at the briefcase hanging from his hand.

A brand-new silver digital padlock was fastened through the heavy brass zipper pulls, its small red light blinking every few seconds.