The grass was long.
Weeds climbed along the path to the bus stop.
Tall hedges surrounded the property like a fortress.
A bronze plaque next to the door bore a name that many people in the region recognized.
William Harrigtop.
Aside from the fact that Macsiop lived a tycoon who had built a billion-dollar investment empire, a businessman whispered about boardrooms and financial news segments.
William Harris was known throughout the city as a brilliant, disciplined, and almost impossible-to-approach person.
He did not have a wife.
No children allowed.
No regular visitors.
Most of the neighbors only saw him when a black car took him out the doors before dawn.
Security guards typically check expected visitors.
But that day, strangely, the guard station was empty.
Etha stared at the intercom by the door for several seconds before finally pressing the button.
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