“Drop them in the rental office slot when you leave.”

Brenda took the keys, her thumb brushing the brass ring that held them together.

“I watched your mother walk out of the stadium after the ceremony.

She didn’t stop at the reception table.”

“I saw her leave,” I said.

“Derek asked me for your official military email address before he left the parking garage,” Brenda added, lifting her tape gun.

“He said he wanted to send you a business proposal.”