I touched the cold edge of the top drawer and felt the lock hold fast against my weight.

I switched off the garage light and went back inside without a sound.

The hallway floorboards didn’t creak as long as I kept my feet close to the baseboard.

David was asleep on his left side, breathing slow and heavy.

His gray suit jacket hung over the back of the chair at the bedroom vanity.

I reached into the right breast pocket first and drew out three business cards printed on heavy card stock.

Under them was a little brass key stamped with the number four twelve.