Daniel pressed his plastic key fob, and the car’s headlights flashed twice in the dark lot.

He walked to the driver’s side of the sedan and pulled the handle.

“Wait,” I said.

He stopped with his hand resting on the roof of the car.

“If it was just a blank template to help her budget, why were there two names printed on it?” I asked.

Daniel stared at me across the shiny black roof.

“Whose name appeared as co-buyer on that Golden, Colorado housing sheet?” I asked.

A delivery truck drove past us on the street, sweeping a beam of yellow light across his face.