“It’s just a master pass for the outdoor utility boxes.

Arthur marked it so I wouldn’t confuse it with my Audi key.”

“It has a high-security cut,” I said.

Julian gave a soft, quick, dismissive laugh and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

“You notice too many little details, Eleanor.

Go get some rest.”

I stepped into the linen closet and pulled the door shut until the latch clicked in the dark.

At half past five, the cold sun sank behind the tall pines along the edge of the property.