A final check out of every window in the house turned up clean. Maybe it had only been a shadow from one of the tall trees, her eyes playing tricks on her. Once sure that there was no would-be attacker on the property, she left the house, locking the door behind her. The dumpsters out front were loaded with old carpet and nail boards pried from the floors on the third floor. Work would begin on the floors tomorrow. Things were going smoothly. Heather pictured a quiet dinner at home and a glass of wine to celebrate the successes of the first day. Come to think of it, a second glass of wine would help her shed the eerie sensation left in her body by the unknown stranger.
IV
The first to rent a room was Celeste Templin, a tealeaf reader and friend of Heather’s who no longer wished to see cl
