For four days they followed Radley, careful, at a distance.

The first two days were nothing — the hardware store, his office, the grocery.

On the third day the blonde woman reappeared, drove straight to Radley’s house, took a set of keys from her purse, and let herself in the front door like she owned it.

“That’s no guest,” Cormoran said, lowering his binoculars.

“She’s got her own key to a house you’ve never been allowed past the porch of.”

Chapter 9 — The Gatehouse