“This is an amazing place for an amazing price.” Jim Johnson, the real estate agent, swept his hand over the panorama of green yard with bordering cedar and hemlock trees punctuated by rosy rhododendrons. “It"s absolutely priced to sell!” He smiled broadly. “Just listed this week. You are the first to see this.”
Elizabeth A. Clarke stepped around him for a better view. The house, stained redwood brown, looked small set against all that green. She straightened her suit jacket over her full figure and nodded at him. “I"d like to see the inside.”
Her position in the Research, Analysis and Statistics for the IRS entitled her to more spacious quarters. Her elderly parents sad, but propitious death in an auto skidding on icy, Midwestern roads, afforded her the ability. She could escape the mec
