The Lakeview property was completely quiet except for the wind moving through the high branches.

I walked up the front steps and stopped at the heavy black door.

Arthur was standing on the covered porch holding a yellow plastic toolbox.

He polished his thick reading glasses with the end of his green silk tie.

“The final property transfer was officially recorded at nine this morning,” Arthur said.

I unlatched the lid of his yellow toolbox and took out a long flathead screwdriver.

“I need to change this deadbolt before nightfall,” I said.