“I need you to come out here a minute.”

At two o’clock I grabbed my keys and went down the stairwell to the parking lot.

The metal railing was ice-cold under my bare hand.

Thomas was standing beside my CR-V.

He was looking across the street at the neighbor’s empty driveway.

“Unlock the doors for me,” he said.

I pressed the button on my plastic key fob.

Thomas went around to the passenger side.