Chapter 4: The Locks

"It's a fair question," Ewan said, and looked at the managing partner, who was already backing away.

"I'll be at my desk Monday," the managing partner said to nobody, and went back inside to the cake.

I turned to my husband.

"You own my company."

"I own the company that owns your company," he said. "It's a long story, and it's a boring one."

"You told me you were a Chief Executive."

"I wrote it on a form."

"You let me call you at three in the morning, and you said all right."

"You said not to ask you why," Ewan said. "I took it to go both ways."

"Did you know where I worked?"

"I read your name off the paramedic's sheet that night," he said. "I knew where you worked a week later."

"And you didn't call."

"You said you'd call me."

I looked at him for a long moment.

"Fine," I said. "Where's the car?"

The driver drove us to Ohio City with the partition up.

On the way, Ewan took a folded paper from inside his coat and put it on the seat between us.

It was a county form headed Petition for Annulment of Marriage.

"I picked that up at the clerk's counter while you were not crying at the fern," he said. "Decide whether to use it. Not today."

I put it in my coat without opening it.

Dexter's condo had a glass front and a keypad lock, and I had lived behind it for two months.

My code had been 0412, my mother's birthday.

It didn't work.

I tried it twice, and a red light blinked at me.

"Allow me," Ewan said, and tried the door.

Then I saw my boxes.

They were on the sidewalk under the building's maple tree, six of them, and two black garbage bags that clinked.

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