At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

then two more. It was a pattern I had started to recognize. Bronson did everything with a pattern.

I rolled to the door and checked the peephole.

He stood there alone, wearing a polo shirt and jeans, holding a slim black folder and what looked like a small toolkit. His expression was the picture of polite concern.

For a moment, I considered not answering,continue reading …