“What if he calls the Lakewood police?”

“He won’t call the police,” Rebecca said.

“A man who moved thirty-eight thousand dollars through fraudulent equity draws doesn’t invite police officers into his living room.”

She checked her silver wristwatch and picked up her leather briefcase from the floor.

“The high school soccer tournament in Arvada starts at ten thirty,” I said.

“Ava plays until noon.”

“Then your window opens at eleven,” Rebecca said.

I drove back toward Lakewood along Sixth Avenue, watching the gray morning light settle across the foothills.