POV: RomanI am out of the car before the black sedan finishes stopping, because I know that white hair and that overcoat, and I know what kind of man arrives at a widower's house at one in the morning with a driver and no hurry."Harlan," I say, stepping onto the path between him and the front door.He turns with a smile that has ended careers, and he tips his head as if we have met at a charity dinner. "Roman Hayes. My daughter said you were sentimental, but I did not expect you to follow your ex-wife to Dorchester.""She is my wife," I say. "She never signed the papers.""How romantic," Harlan says. "It will make the next part more interesting.""Step away from this house," I tell him, and my voice is calm because the alternative is putting him through the porch railing."I am a guest, Roman, and the man inside invited me long before you were involved," Harlan says, straightening his cuffs. "Three years ago he shook my hand, and he has been paying me ever since."Behind him, the fr
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