“You paid for the storage unit,” Martinez said.

“All I brought was the truck and the muscle.”

We carried the box into the garage.

We put it down beside the steel shelving racks.

The garage looked just the way I’d left it before I deployed.

Martinez tapped his knuckles on the steering wheel of his truck.

“I drove by that apartment complex across town yesterday,” Martinez said.

“Saw her silver sedan in the back lot.”