“These are the respectable ones.”

I let him in.

I had slept badly, with a chair wedged under the bedroom door despite the new locks.

It was not a particularly sensible measure.

It had allowed me to close my eyes for an hour, which was enough to make it useful.

Frank did not comment when he saw the chair.

He told me the neighbor across the alley, Mr.

Miller, had a camera facing his parking space.