“He’s not moving,” she told the operator.
Granger ran back to her van and dialed 911. He wore a white T-shirt and khaki trousers. And there, lying on his back, she found a barefooted man, his beard bushy and black. When Granger stepped out of her van into the cool New England evening, a soft light blanketed the driveway. Go over, Joanne had encouraged the potential tenant.
She spoke on the phone with the homeowner’s wife, Joanne, who said her husband was still cleaning the house. The Craftsman was among the last residences standing on the leafy road, which was giving way to strip malls and fast-food restaurants.Īn hour before, Granger had inquired about leasing the property. one May night, Demetrese Granger drove up to a white, two-story house in Norwich, Connecticut, that had a “For Rent” sign spiked into the freshly mowed lawn.
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