“You might as well come in out of the morning sun.”

Daniel glanced over his shoulder at the empty street before he followed me through the heavy front door.

The broad living room smelled of fresh wax and sweet citrus from the trees in the yard.

Arthur Vance came out of the study off the hallway with a dark navy folder in his right hand.

He had on his gray wool suit and his wire-rimmed glasses, and he looked as composed as if he were sitting in his downtown Phoenix office.

“Good morning, Mr.