The engine cranked three times and finally caught.

I turned the heater on full blast and shivered against the torn fabric seat.

I drove slowly back toward the Riverfront Market district, with the muddy passbook on the passenger seat right next to my purse.

I walked into my small apartment building and climbed two flights of stairs.

The hallway smelled like damp wool coats and stale cooking oil.

I unlocked my door, stepped inside, and threw the deadbolt behind me.