The car title was in that same folder.

Same grantee.

The house on Camelback and the Mercedes, both held by a company Trent had never once brought up over dinner.

She set the title down in front of me the way a dealer turns over a card.

Forty-one thousand miles on the odometer, and every last one of them on the company card.

“Section seven point two,” Sarah said before I could ask.

“Real estate bought with company money stays company property.