The street was lined with ancient red oaks whose branches hung low over the concrete curb.

I parked two houses down from four twelve and turned off the engine.

Number four twelve was a huge three-story house with dark blue shutters, white trim, and a broad wraparound porch.

A long white delivery van was backed into the driveway with its rear doors wide open.

Claire stepped down off the front porch wearing a cream linen coat and slim gray pants.

She held a black clipboard against her chest and pointed with a pen toward the front lawn.