Who was this man, this stranger? He showed up on his porch, addressed him as Westergard.
His accent betrayed him. He wasn't from around here, or up north. Nor was he French. Underneath the calm demeanor, with all the excitement of a census taker, there was something familiar about him.
"Where are you from?"
"Washington," the other man replied.
"No, originally. Nobody comes from there, and I can tell you're foreign, anyway."
"If you must know, I was born in Corona."
There went that theory.
"So, tell me, Mr. Nilsen, if that is your real name, what brings you here?"