Trent stood with his arms hanging at his sides and watched him.

Then he reached up and straightened his wristwatch.

“Who’s on the title for the Mercedes?” David asked, his pen moving.

“Lawson Technology Consulting,” I said. “Ever since March.”

David noted it and underlined it two times.

Trent had his phone to his ear before David got through the second column.

He went into the living room, pitching his voice so it would carry up the stairs.

The police arrived eleven minutes later.