At 5:20, we stood near the Greenwich estate driveway.
A property manager waited with a clipboard.
Arthur held the brass key.
“Last one.”
I looked at the tag.
“Side entrance.”
“Yes.”
The property manager indicated the signature line.
I signed.
Arthur placed the key in my palm.
I handed it immediately to the manager.
He checked the tag.
“The house is now under the Sterling asset register.”
“Good.”
Arthur looked toward the windows.
“Anything else to collect?”
For a second I saw the old stone step near the side door.
The place I had crossed thousands of times carrying grocery bags.