She arrived without calling first. Nora was in the garden at seven twenty the next morning, sitting on the back bench with Ethan beside her, both of them watching the street through the bars of the gate. The man with the dog had come at seven, mid-forties, unremarkable in every deliberate way, the kind of person designed to be forgotten the moment you looked away from them. He had walked slowly, the dog pulling slightly ahead on the leash, and he had slowed in front of the gate the way Margaret said he always did, not stopping, just slowly, just long enough for his eyes to move across the front of the house and note whatever he was sent to note. Nora looked at him carefully to know what he is up to,the dark jacket, the slight heaviness in his left shoulder, the way his eyes moved not with just curiosity but with the eyes of someone who is here to confirm or look at something. He did not look like a threat, that was the point, he looked like a neighbor, he just looked normal. H
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