She had put her hand inside the open top.

The brass ring had clinked against a spoon.

The spare had been on that ring when I left Maple Street.

I put the folder on the passenger seat and looked at the facedown second page.

The bank routing number showed through the page like a shadow.

I turned the key ring over under the streetlight.

The empty loop was still open beneath my thumb.

Olivia had her coat off before I’d even sat down.