I walked past him toward the black sedan, as if to check my reflection in the side mirror.

The trunk lid was still propped open a few inches by the bulky golf bag.

I looked down through the gap into the trunk.

A heavy plastic garment bag lay flat under the golf clubs.

The zipper was undone at the very top.

Through the clear plastic, I saw a brand-new men’s designer winter coat.

It had a thick fur collar and a shiny silver price tag dangling from the lapel.

The printed tag clearly read twelve hundred dollars.