9The first time Harry had seen the Olsen house, the day was nearing dusk, and the inside hadn’t yet been cleaned. After seeing it in the gloom, he hadn’t been excited at the prospect of going back, but he’d let Kate convince him. It was situated in a cul-de-sac, just where the terrain rose up to become one of the foothills of Mount Tamalpais. As they drove up the street, Harry saw the contrast of the clean lines of the house with its stark white surfaces and the fake-Tudor and faux-Spanish exteriors of its neighbors. To most people in his tax bracket, the property standing out as it did would be a turn-off, but Kate had read Harry right. To him, it was another opportunity to announce his boldness and unique vision.
“Before we go inside, Harry, promise me if this isn’t the perfect place fo
