Evelyn was climbing into the passenger seat of Marcus’s car.

The light turned green, and I drove home with the brass key in my inside pocket.

The notice slid through the drawer at First National before Denise even had to look up at me.

She had worked that window since I was in high school, with the same reading glasses on the same beaded chain, and she passed the paper through without the usual chat about the weather.

“Printed at six this morning.