The afternoon heat slammed into me like a solid wall, but I kept the printed deposit receipt clenched in my fist.

I unlocked the driver’s side door of my sedan and climbed in.

Glenn had stolen my identity, but with that cash sitting in the bank, the Friday deadline he’d promised seemed entirely possible.

I sat in the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition.

The old engine caught with a rough cough before it settled into a steady hum.

I reached across and took the faded blue folder off the passenger seat.