He looked back at the house and watched the front curtains draw closed.

At one thirty the wide aisles of Oakridge Hardware smelled of fresh-cut pine and heavy machine oil.

Michael stood in front of the brass hardware display.

He picked up a heavy steel deadbolt package and turned it over to read the tiny installation instructions on the back.

Derek stood next to him, picking at a line of black engine grease under his fingernails.

He took a heavy brass door hinge out of the wire bin beside them.