Chapter 6

“This house is amazing. Did you grow up here?”

Drew’s laugh was low, barely audible. “No. I grew up in Irvine. Across the street from my friend, Steve Llewellyn. The folks bought this place about ten years ago. Want to come in for a minute?”

Mark had to admit he was pretty curious about Drew’s mother and stepfather, so he agreed. He turned off the engine and got out.

The walkway had been created out of cobblestones and was lined with beautifully tended rose bushes.

“Stepdad has a green thumb,” Drew explained. “He still tends all the flora even now. I think it keeps his mind off things.”

Drew opened the front door. “Ma? I’m home and I brought a guest.”

Mark hung back, feeling a little strange. When had he met someone else’s family? Not that this was like one of thosemeetings exactly. Was it?

A petite white haired but still pretty woman came from a room to the right side of the hall. She smiled a tentative welcome. Under the circumstances Mark could hardly blame her.