Trees protected the house from the eyes of passersby, and Daniel was well along the driveway before he caught his first sight of the building. It was clearly the dwelling of a wealthy, successful man, one who cared a lot about appearances. Daniel felt his hackles rising fast. There was something about this kind of luxurious, perfectly kept house that had always antagonized him. He tried to ignore the feeling and be impartial, but the memory of Megan in the shabby little apartment where he’d first found her wouldn’t go away. He rang the bell and listened while it sounded deep inside the house. After a moment, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform. “I’d like to see Mr. Anderson,” Daniel told her. “Who shall I say?” “Detective Inspector Daniel Keller.” She looked uncertain. “I’ll have to see.” She closed the door, leaving him outside. After a moment, she returned. “He says he’ll see you.” “Thank you,” Daniel said ironically. “That’s very gracious of him.”
