“You need to do more than talk,” Derek said.

“You need to find out what else she’s hiding.”

Michael drove home to his empty apartment.

He parked in his assigned space and took his briefcase off the passenger seat.

The climb up the outside stairs to the second floor was dead quiet.

The outdoor security lights hummed softly in the cold.

He went into the kitchen and set his briefcase on the laminate counter.

He opened Noah’s blue plastic lunchbox to clean it out for the week.