“We need the last house key copy now, Mr.

Reed,” Rachel said.

My thumb spun my grandmother’s silver ring around twice, and the smooth metal sat securely against my skin.

Mark handed his last brass house key to Rachel Kim and then drove away.

At ten o’clock the next morning, the heavy brass key turned in the glass front door on Main Street.

Evelyn held the glass panel steady as the deadbolt slid back with a clean, smooth click.

The tall front room was filled with soft morning light from two oversized display windows facing the oak trees along the sidewalk.