“Exactly,” Carl said.

“Which means we have five days to set a trap he can’t escape.”

Carl left the market at eight o’clock.

I locked the front doors and walked home in the dark.

The streetlamps cast long shadows across the empty pavement.

The wind blew cold against my jacket.

My house was completely silent when I opened the front door.

The lights were off in the living room and the dining room.