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The Rose GardenFOR THE THIRD TIME, I cross Emsworth's property. Leerier this time of the muscular fortress, I stop and scour the front yard for Franklin's men, enter with slow steps, and then pause at the threshold. Although Franklin's in the hospital, I'm sure Ethan, his faithful servant, will keep his promise if I'm found intruding on the property again. Nearing the offensive spot where Franklin dismissed me after erasing my recording, a bitter taste slicks my tongue recalling his warning. I'm wary but enter regardless.
Toward the rear, voices rise and fall, I suspect chatter between the realtor and prospective home buyers. On the main floor, Emsworth has removed small personal items, leaving only large furniture unsavory visitors can't lift from the property. Cautiously, I wander t
