My hand swept over the dark carpet, brushing past an empty paper coffee cup, an old envelope and a dry oak leaf.

My thumb caught the edge of a folded slip of paper wedged tight into the seam where the leather seat met the plastic center console.

I pulled it out, expecting a crumpled parking ticket from the downtown garage on Pearl Street.

It was a thin thermal receipt from Luxor Jewelers on Pratt Street, printed three days before at two fifteen on Sunday afternoon.

The first line recorded the sale of a silver chain bracelet with a double lobster clasp.