“Not in the lot.”

“He said he had an errand.

He was supposed to drive me home.” She turned and looked down the row of empty spaces along the fence, all of them gray, and her hand dropped from the necklace.

“He took the check out of your room, you know.

He told me he was going to hold it for safekeeping.”

“He told you that.”

“He is not a bad boy, Mason.