After Emily left, Will Farrow drove directly to the McMansion on North Lake Road. He parked in the circular drive, lowered the tailgate of his pickup and let Oliver spring free. “All right now,” he called out. “But you stay close by this time.”
Will watched as Oliver scampered around through the stone archway of the McMansion and back again, around the pickup and the circular drive, sniffing the grass on the verge and through the archway once more and on to the side of the building. Satisfied Oliver couldn’t get beyond the fenced-in property, Will climbed up the aluminum ladder and took a closer look.
Several stories high, to his right, the slate ran across the main expanse of the roof as if it had recently been fired-up, polished, shipped from the factory, and laid down. To Will, the re
