Chapter 36

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“Whoa…” Colin murmured when he got a look at the town Dexter brought him to.

“Tell me about it.”

They stood on the raised-platform station that overlooked a few blocks of the neighborhood. The houses were huge. As in, Colin and Dexter were ridiculously underdressed huge. The place smelled of autumn. Of crisp air and falling leaves. The streets were lined with trees, too, those left with leaves all brightly colored—golds and auburns shining in the sun. It was quiet. No honking horns echoing off tall buildings or buses pulling away. Just quiet.

“Got your pie, babe?” Dexter teased.

Colin sighed. “Jerk.”

He snickered. “Come on. It’s at the end of that block.”