“I heard some odd noises coming from your garage last night,” she said, peering at him. Peter hesitated before replying, “I’ve let a homeless family stay there for a couple of days. They needed shelter.” Mrs. Henderson frowned, her lips pursing tightly. “Be careful, Peter,” she warned.
“There’s been talk of a scam,” Mrs. Henderson continued, her tone low. “A young woman sweet-talks her way in, then opens the door for robbers while the owner’s away. I’d hate for you to fall victim to something like that.” Her words lingered ominously in the chilly morning air.