“My name,” he said.

“And Melissa’s.”

“Why would you be listed as a co-applicant on a house for your ex-wife?” I asked.

Daniel pushed his car door shut.

The loud metal crack echoed across the empty asphalt.

“Because it was an old file, Claire,” he said.

He walked around the trunk of the car and stopped exactly three feet away from me.

“I pulled up a document from before we were even divorced,” he said.