I hadn’t been at my apartment long when I noticed the van. Maybe two or three weeks at the most. I was trying to figure out which neighbors drove which cars, and no matter how I figured it, I always come out with one extra.

It didn’t take me long to figure out which one was the extra. A rusted gray van sat at the very edge of the parking lot. If I peeled back my blinds, I could usually see it without too much trouble. 

Its design had gone out of fashion sometime around the mid-90’s....