She stamped the tax sale ledger with a heavy red stamp that made the marble counter ring.

“The tax deed will come in the mail after sixty days,” Mrs.

Gable said, reaching into a lower wooden drawer.

“But nobody’s going to mind if you start mowing.”

She pushed a yellow manila envelope through the stainless steel tray under the glass.

Inside was a rusty iron ring holding seven unlabeled skeleton keys.

Nate picked up the ring, rubbing his calloused thumb along the flat side of the biggest key.

“Do these go to the front door?” he asked.