The first applicant line showed Daniel Whitmore’s full name, Social Security number, and business consulting address.

Directly beneath his name, on the second applicant line as co-buyer, was Melissa Whitmore.

I left the computer chair and walked down the dark hallway to the kitchen.

The digital clock on the oven read six forty-five.

Daniel stood at the kitchen island, sliding a stack of manila client folders into his brown leather briefcase.

I opened the refrigerator and poured a cup of cold tea from the glass pitcher.

I set my green ceramic mug on the granite counter next to his car keys.