He was standing on the brick walkway with his arms crossed over his coat.

Robert Carter walked toward my truck before I had even turned off the engine.

He smoothed the front of his brown trousers and adjusted his gold watch band with his left thumb.

“You’re hard to find these days, Evelyn,” he said, his hearty voice booming across the quiet yard before turning sharp.

“I was in town dealing with court filings,” I said, stepping down from the cab.

He reached inside his heavy wool overcoat and pulled out a long cream legal envelope.