Voss arrived on a Wednesday, in the rain, without an umbrella.
Evander saw her through the shop window first — a woman in a charcoal coat standing on the opposite side of Merrow Lane, looking at the shop's hand-lettered sign with the particular expression of someone confirming an address rather than reading it. Her hair was wet. She had not, apparently, anticipated the weather, or had anticipated it and not bothered. He watched her for a moment before she looked up and saw him watching, and neither of them did anything with their faces about being caught.
She crossed the street. He unlocked the door before she reached it.
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