Chapter 98

Stacy rolled down his window and heard a dog bark into the night. “We’re almost there,” James said.

Stacy gave the boy a tight grin, then glanced over at Darian only to find his boss staring back.

Before long they turned into a short, gravel drive that stopped in front of dark bushes bathed in shadow. The porch light illuminated a small stoop leading to a screen door. From what Stacy could see of the house, it was small but neat, the wooden siding freshly painted some pale color like white or ecru, and dark green shutters framed the windows. A second story rose up into the darkness—no siding there, just a light stucco that loomed almost ghost-like in the night. River stones lined the driveway and edged along the bushes, almost out of sight.