CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ilse tensed as they pulled out front of the suburban home. Where Mrs. Hubbard's house had been small, but well-maintained and neat, Mr. White's home was larger, but in ill-repair. The facade begged for a new coat of paint, and the yard was two weeks late on a good trim.
Ilse approached the house at Sawyer's side. He muttered, “I'll talk first. If I get a whiff of trouble, you bolt, got it?”
“Yes,” Ilse said, nodding quickly. She could feel her heartbeat quickening as they stepped up onto the patio and approached the front door.
A bright, unnatural yellow light extended beneath the frame of the door, casting their shadows over the steps and down to the sidewalk.
Ilse shifted uncomfortably, glancing towards Sawyer who had placed himself between her and the house. This ti
