It was three stories and it was up on stilts on the bay, west of Atlantic Avenue, instead of east on the ocean. There was a dock behind the house and a speedboat was attached, floating in the water. It gleamed in the morning sunlight. Detective Flint got out of the car and took off his sunglasses. He tucked them inside his suit jacket and surveyed the house. I swallowed and put my hand on the car door. Flint peered the through windshield at me. “You want to stay here?” I flung the door open. “I’m coming with you.” He shrugged. “Okay.” Without waiting to see if I was following, he strode over the driveway, up the sidewalk, and began climbing the steps to the front door. I hurried after him. The breeze seemed cold now, and it was cutting through the light sweater I was wearing. I huddled inside it, hunching up my shoulders as I went up the steps behind Flint. Flint rang the doorbell. We waited. My heart started to beat so loudly and so fast, I was sure everyone in the whole city could hear it.
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