I walked quietly to the front hall and looked through the narrow glass panel beside the door.

Rebecca stood on my porch under the yellow light.

She reached for the top button of her long wool coat, fastened it, then immediately unfastened it.

She did it three times.

I opened the heavy wooden door but left the brass security chain on.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Are the police with you?”

Rebecca looked over her shoulder at the empty street.