One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule

I tossed my heavy duffel into the bed and wedged it against the cab window.

“I drove by Elm Street at five this morning,” Martinez said.

I stopped with my hand on the passenger door handle.

“Her car was in the driveway,” Martinez said.

“The house was totally dark and quiet.

She has no clue you’re in the state.”

“Did you see the silver sedan anywhere on the block?” I asked.

“No other cars on the street,” Martinez said.