He nodded.

I held up the red key.

“So who’s red?”

Liam froze.

It wasn’t fear.

He simply looked caught.

I waited.

Finally he said, “You.”

I stared at him.

“We live in the same house.”

“It’s not for the house.”

“Then what is it for?”

Liam stood.

“Meryl…”

“What did you make a key for?”

He looked at Frank.

Frank raised both hands.

“Don’t involve me. I enjoy being alive.”

Liam took his jacket.

“Come on.”

I followed him outside and stopped beside his SUV.

“Liam, where are we going?”

He looked at the red key in my hand.

Then at me.

“Your mechanic.”

And suddenly I remembered exactly where my own car had been all day.

At the mechanic, Liam walked straight to the counter.

“I’m here about Meryl’s car.”

The employee glanced at the red-capped key in my hand.

“Oh. You already picked up the spare.”