Claudia was ready.

The list was in her tablet, which she carried in the nook of her arm.

She knew what she was doing: a slight hint of makeup, curled hair, and flats with a short heel that clicked pleasantly when she walked. Instinctively, she drew out a shawl of classic black lace and put it on, the last piece to make her funeral-perfect.

She knocked on the door, expecting no one to come, even though she knew for a fact he was home.

It was all part of the sale.