Sophie checked her phone clock again before she answered.

“He said the bank president signed off on the transfer clearance himself six years ago.”

By seven o’clock Oak Street was completely dark.

The streetlamps outside threw long yellow rectangles across the kitchen linoleum.

Sophie went into her bedroom to finish some work emails and left the door open a crack.

The soft hum of the old fridge filled the dark apartment.

I sat in the kitchen without turning on the overhead light.