It was a place somebody planned to live.

I wrote down the address and photographed the pages I could see.

I did not start reading messages on the second phone or searching client files.

I was already uneasy about how I had obtained the papers and knew I would have to tell an attorney exactly what I had done.

A floorboard sounded in the hallway.

I put the document back, locked the box, and stood near the bookshelf.

Ronald came to the doorway carrying folded undershirts.