“That’s how this works.”

He fiddled with the watch again, and it gave a small metallic snap.

“Come into the living room.

I’ve got the rest of it written down.”

The windows had turned black.

Trent laid his folder on the coffee table and opened it flat.

The list inside was in his tidy clerk’s handwriting, each item numbered, the pencil lines ruled with a straightedge.

“The Mercedes,” he said.