I reached across the wooden table and picked up the top yellow sheet.

The loan reference number written along the top margin had six digits.

Our military credit union mortgage reference had nine, and it began with a Defense Department routing code.

I smoothed the yellow sheet flat against the table.

Where had my father gotten this paper?

At ten o’clock the heavy side door of the garage squeaked against its rubber seal.

The air in the concrete bay smelled of motor oil and frozen damp.