MELISSA WAS ON HER way up the road to the Wright farm — she was pleased to see that the crashed vehicles from that morning had been removed, though she had no idea when it had happened for she had not seen them taken away — when she thought of something she needed to do. She slowed her pace, having chosen to walk rather than drive, and turned to walk up the path to the front door of Zack Wild’s house.
As she headed up the path she noted that the living room windows were still boarded up. She wondered how long that would continue for. She would have expected Zack to organised for them to be replaced, but she supposed recent events had left him too preoccupied to take care of things.
“Hello, Melissa,” Zack said when he saw who was at the door. “Are you here for any reason in particular, or
