At the bottom of the stack I found a printed bank statement for his contracting business.

The account was overdrawn by eleven thousand four hundred dollars.

A default notice on a commercial scaffolding lease was stapled to the last page.

I locked the truck and walked back to my car.

The cold air stung my face, but I kept a steady pace all the way back to the driver’s seat.

At five to eleven, I pushed through the glass double doors of the Oak Creek post office.

The lobby was empty and smelled of floor wax and damp cardboard.