He looked at the empty space where the moving van had been parked for three hours.

“She packed every piece of real silver, the good dining room chairs, and the crystal glasses before sunrise.”

“She can’t take the legal deed,” I said.

Dustin adjusted the heavy canvas strap on his shoulder and let out a short breath.

“Sixty-five thousand dollars is a huge point spread to cover on my own,” Dustin said.

“You have three days to figure it out before your bookie starts looking for you.”

Dustin kicked a loose piece of white gravel into the thick green grass of the front lawn.