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Nicole checked the address again and studied the house on the corner of the street. It wasn’t quite what she’d expected from an attorney’s home. It was large enough, but it lacked personality, not even a pretentious one. It lacked the sense of extravagance she’d come to expect from the obscenely wealthy. The lawn was plain, consisting only of low-cut grass and an almost spotless stone path leading to the door. The square stones had been carefully laid, so that at first glance, they appeared to form one continuous sidewalk. The porch was equally bare, and she could tell from the street, that the windows were spotless. Stretching her senses, she probed into the house, searching for anyone inside, but everything was quiet. Mr. Robertson was clearly not at home. “Any ideas?”
“I’ll be righ
