Chapter 9
Loretta slowed as she approached her own house, far smaller and less grand than those of most of her clients. The exterior matched the proper Victorian style, with green, black, and copper paints chosen specifically to hide the unusual amount of metal trim on a modest one-story design. It was more than enough for her, though, easy to keep in order and remote enough for privacy.
She hadn't built her house to attract attention, and nothing that really mattered was visible except to the observant eye. Even the most observant wouldn't understand what they did see.
The young man she'd hired just a few weeks ago to keep an eye out should have already left for the day, leaving the most trusted guard in his place. Before Loretta could finish her thought, a shadow moved across her porc
