EXCERPT She pulled the car to the side of the road. ‘P2.’ ‘P2?’ He glanced over her way as she turned off the motor. ‘Corner of Parsonage and Pickman.’ There, from the car window, Shervin saw it. The house exuded prestige, with its traditional design: two tall stories with windows symmetrically placed, just the way it was done in old Colonial construction. The roof wasn’t exactly as he had pictured it, though. No windows on the steeper part of the gambrel roof, which instead was covered in moss-slate shingles. It did have a sharp pitch, making the house appear easily three stories high, including the space in the roof. The garret…