“The main doors by the checkout lanes,” I said.

“Three o’clock.”

“If you’re playing games with me, Clara, you won’t like how this week turns out,” David whispered.

“Bring the manila envelope from your trunk,” I said, and I hung up before he could say anything else.

I let the phone drop into my coat pocket.

“Did he go for it?” Sarah asked.

“He’ll be standing by the doors at three,” I said.

Sarah pulled the gearshift down into drive.