I arrived home last night a little after 8, just as the sky was beginning to darken. Blair met me at the front door. He was dressed in dark jeans, a long-sleeved dark shirt, and he had a black wool knit cap pulled low on his forehead. He was wearing heavy work gloves and carrying a wrench and a flashlight. 

"I forgot it was burglary night," I said. "Just give me a minute to change." 

"Water line to the ice-maker burst," said Blair. "I'm going under the house to see if I can fix it."