The notice of eviction was right where I’d left it, taped to the door.
She had changed the locks, so the master key didn’t work.
I looked at the city constable. “You want me to knock again?”
I knocked so hard my knuckles rang. “Mrs. Mulwray! The constable is here with me. You need to open this door now. Last warning.”
I pressed my ear to the door. Nothing.
I stepped back. The constable motioned to his men, who picked up the battering ram.
The sudden sound of the bolts being drawn back as she opened the door.