“She lied to you,” I said.

“She lied to both of us,” Ethan said.

“She knew exactly what you were bringing in,” my father said from the corner chair.

Ethan looked down at his shoes for a long moment before nodding once.

“We need to go to Oak Ridge Bank,” Ethan said.

“The representative told me on the phone that any administrative changes to the car records need both of us there in person.”

Ethan stood in the hotel room doorway at twelve forty-five, holding his dark winter coat over his arm.