The Risks of Foreclosure
Chapter 1 It was a nice enough little house, in a decent if not particularly prosperous neighborhood; I would probably have little trouble marketing it. The place still looked fairly well kept up. There was a Ford F-150 in the driveway that had that slightly skinned up look that says 'work truck, ' rather than 'toy.' I sauntered up the walk and rapped on the door. The woman who answered looked about forty, brunette, thin, and worn out. "Yes?" "Ms. Harkness? My name is Roger Smithson....