An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

but legible, was a company logo: HEARTHSTONE.

“That’s not a burglar,” Gareth said slowly. “That’s a company car.”

Mrs. Higgins leaned forward. “That looks like the car the appraiser used when my daughter bought her apartment.”

“An appraiser?” I asked, my voice thin. “Why would an appraiser be at my house at midnight?”

Gareth looked at me with an expression continue reading …