Early the next morning, Rory was on his computer looking for any available properties for lease in the Art District on Santa Fe area. They were few and far between, he discovered. There were three he wanted to look at, so he called the Realtor, Mrs. King, and managed to cajole her into meeting with him at ten-thirty that morning.
With that done, he fixed breakfast then got dressed in casual slacks and a blue shirt. He saw it was snowing when he checked out the living room window, so he put on his winter jacket before setting out.
“Right on time,” Mrs. King said when Rory joined her outside the first property. Letting them inside, she told him the interior had been newly renovated—continuing her spiel as she led him through the various rooms.
“It’s nice,” Rory said when she finished, “bu
