I put the seller’s note in my purse instead of back in the folder.

I remember that.

Marcus came at one o’clock with a canvas bag and a drill that made the empty house sound emptier than it was.

“The side door is the smart place,” he said.

“The front door, you keep a key.

Nobody needs a keypad on a front door.”

He had me pick a six-digit master code, then walked me through the app while the drill cooled on the floorboards.

“From here you make a code for anybody else who needs to get in.