Chapter 12: What Just Happened?

Grace had never reacted to anyone this way. Certainly not after having known him a short time.

She rose and washed away the dreams with a shower. A sense of anticipation lingered after she turned off the faucet.

Her shift didn’t start for four hours and she planned to use that time getting to know Dolores’ ex-boyfriend. Her most recent one at least.

Kent Winger worked in the Centre County Prosecutor’s Office, but today was his day off.

Masculine legs protruded out of a vintage Mustang that looked halfway restored. Grace parked her car on the street, then walked up the short driveway.

With kids in school, the neighborhood resembled a ghost town, with only the drone a distant lawn mower to indicate humans lived here.

The neighborhood had identical ranch houses up and down the street, each painted a different color. Some had flowers planted. This one had the Spartan look of a man’s space. Two shrubs adorned the pathway and nothing more.

“Nice car,” Grace said.