I put the receipt inside the manila envelope and folded the flap.

The paper folded flat.

“You’re going to want that one on top of the pile,” Mark said.

“Why?”

“Because it has her name on it, not his.

That’s the kind of thing a man can’t explain away.” He pulled out one more slip, a parking receipt.

“Her white Audi was in the Hyatt garage until two in the morning.

Same night.” He slid it across.