Robert Blake's house was not what Julia expected.
She'd built a picture of it in her mind on the drive over, informed by Daniel's world, by the penthouse and the office and the general architecture of a life lived at a particular altitude. She'd expected something impressive. Something that announced itself.
The house was large but not excessive. A tree-lined street in a quiet part of the city. Warm light in the windows. A front door that needed repainting not badly, just the slight weathering of something that had been there long enough to show it.
Daniel parked.
Turned off the engine.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
Nora had no such hesitation.
"Is this it?" she said from the back seat.
"Yes," Daniel said.
"It has a red door," she said approvingly. "Red doors are good."
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