““That is a strange way to run a business.” They both turned slowly. Blue’s arms had been lifted for so long they felt rubbery when she lowered them. The owner of the voice stood in the doorway to the front hall, his hands in his pockets. He was not old, maybe mid-twenties, with a shock of black hair. He was handsome in a way that required a bit of work from the viewer. All of his facial features seemed just a little too large for his face. Maura glanced at Blue, an eyebrow lifted. Blue lifted one shoulder in response. He didn’t seem like he was here to murder them or steal any portable electronics. “And that,” her mother said, releasing the beleaguered light fixture, “is a very strange way to enter someone’s home.” “I’m sorry,” the young man said. “There is a sign out front saying this is a place of business.””
