I looked across the narrow strip of lawn at my own front door.

The white paint around the latch was chipped where the heavy storm door banged against the frame.

“Did Frank go into the alley shed as well?”

“He went in with a flashlight,” Grace said.

“He came out with a brown expanding folder and stuck it under his coat.”

I got up from the porch step and slipped the brass key into my pocket.

“I’m going to check the shed once Bennett’s asleep.”