CHAPTER SIX
The large, suburban double-lot outside Seattle carried a gloomy countenance beneath graying skies as they pulled into the cracked asphalt driveway. The blue-siding and darkened windows gave the home an almost lunar glow.
Ilse spotted, through the windshield, the two figures standing in the already open door. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens had agreed to meet with them on short notice.
“Looks like they're ready to get on with it,” Ilse murmured beneath her breath.
Sawyer shot her a look and gave a quick nod. “Wouldn't you be?”
Ilse considered this and gave a faint shrug with a single shoulder. Together, the two of them exited the vehicle, and moved up the poorly maintained drive to the large house. The lawn itself was overgrown, and a portion of fence, leading into the back, was molde
