Chapter 3
Quinn finished her walk around the house, pleased and amused at having survived the rigors and surprises of a long-untended Illinois landscape.
No snakes, thank goodness, and no wasps or hornets that would have been sluggish and angry in the cool air. That was one of the many reasons she was in the habit of wearing heavy hiking boots for jobs like this.
But she’d startled a rabbit nearly under her feet despite the crackling weeds, stepped through a clay flowerpot long-since grown over, and kicked up more than enough fluffy white seed pods and yellow bursts of pollen to keep her sinuses complaining for days to come.
The far side of the house was in fairly good shape, and she’d been able to get close enough to peek into a few windows without going up on the porch. She hated lea
