"Are you Mr. Nathan McCabe?"
The man who stood on Nathan's front porch was young, sandy-haired, a little soft around the middle. His face was unfamiliar, but pleasant enough. Your average Joe.
"That's right," Nathan agreed a little warily, his hand gripping the open door. Salesmen didn't know your name.
The man extended a card. "Richard Clayton, private investigator."
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