“A woman in a red coat came out of building four and drove off in a silver sedan.”

David slowly turned away from the sink.

His eyes were locked on my face, unblinking under the harsh yellow light overhead.

“What were you doing over on Maple Street, Clara?” he whispered.

“Sarah needed to drop a bag of old clothes at a donation box near there,” I said, keeping my hands perfectly still on the wooden table.

David took two steps toward the table and stopped just outside the circle of light.

He reached into the sink and lifted out a heavy white ceramic dinner plate that was floating in the soapy water.