"Destination on the right in one tenth of a mile," the GPS voice boomed from Dan's phone. Dan slowly eased the car along the curb in the suburban neighborhood. "You have arrived," the GPS voice informed him.
Dan surveyed the quiet street, finding it deserted as expected for this time of night. He pulled a flashlight out of his travel bag and shone it on the mailbox: 179 Wolf Den Drive. Dan looked excitedly at the house. He had to see it closer.
He carefully walked up the driveway to the front porch. "What a beautiful house," he whispered with a serene smile on his face. "Me, Jason, Bandit...in a nice neighborhood. It's all perfect."
A dog barked and growled from inside. It jumped on the door and startled Dan. A light went on in the front hallway. Dan jumped off the front porc
