“Still? You think I’d be gone already?” she retorted. “I figured you’d have had a look around. Thought you might want to… talk. About the estate,” he asked, weirdly polite. “There is no estate. Just a disaster of a house and a padlocked attic.”
“Right,” he said. “The attic. You ever wonder why he locked it?” She went still. “Why?” “I don’t know,” he said. “But I always figured it wasn’t about keeping people out. It was about hiding something.” She didn’t respond.