Daniel dropped his face into his hands, his shoulders lifting once before he went completely still.

The head mover slammed the heavy iron latch across the back of the moving truck, locking the doors with a loud metallic clang that rang down the quiet street.

“That’s everything on your list, ma’am,” the mover called from the curb.

“We’ll meet you at the storage place downtown.”

“Thank you,” I said, signing the final bill of lading on his tablet.

A dark blue sedan pulled to the curb behind the truck at a quarter past three.