“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about numbers.”

He looked past me at the black trash bags on the concrete.

“Bring your garbage in,” he said.

David stepped back and slowly undid the second deadbolt.

He pulled the heavy oak door all the way open and waved me into the dark hallway.

I stepped past him, my left shoe catching on the little woven rug by the coat rack.

He didn’t say a word as he locked the heavy deadbolt behind me with two sharp clicks.