Before locking up, I turned the porch light on.

The house was still empty, but I could not yet bear to leave it dark.

PART 7

Richard Sterling arrived on a rainy Wednesday, two weeks after the funeral.

I recognized him before he introduced himself because of the resemblance around the eyes.

He had Arthur’s square jaw and Evelyn’s narrow, intelligent face, although the expression he wore belonged entirely to him.

He stood at our front door in an expensive navy suit with a man carrying a leather portfolio beside him.