“I haven’t been there in years.”

A number had been written inside.

Frank put it down exactly where he had found it, looking annoyed with himself.

“We’ll tell them I handled it.”

He had worked as a county building inspector for twenty years.

He knew locks and wiring and the difference between a harmless crack and something that needed attention.

He did not pretend that qualified him to investigate a theft.

The officer who came was named Vance, the same surname as mine.