“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.
Robert thanked her politely and headed to his car, but her warning weighed heavily on his mind. Was he being naïve? Could Natalie be hiding something? Shaking his head, he muttered, “I can’t jump to conclusions just because of a rumor.” Still, the unease crept back.