“It’s been inventoried.” He shut the door.

The deadbolt clicked.

I stood on the porch with the brass key clenched in my fist.

Through the window, Richard crossed the hall with the lamp and didn’t turn his head.

Thomas met me on the second-floor landing above the Boylston bank.

He blocked his office door with his shoulder.

“Mrs.

Sterling has revoked your access,” he said.