Mr. Dalton
The man on the porch finally broke his stillness as they approached. His faint smile barely reached his eyes. “You must be the couple who called yesterday,” he said, extending his hand in a firm shake. “Name’s Mr. Dalton. I’m the agent for this property.” His voice was calm, smooth, almost rehearsed. He opened the heavy front door with a polite gesture. “Shall we?” Arthur and Rose exchanged a quick glance before stepping inside.
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