CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kate felt a sense of unease spreading through her as she entered the driveway of the third murder scene. From the sight of the house alone, she could tell that there was something different about this one—that the killer had to have been incredibly motivated to strike here.
First of all, the house was gorgeous. It was an enormous house, done in an altered Colonial style. The grass was perfectly cut and green, bordering the porch like something out of a gardening magazine. Behind the house, she could see the edge of a pond peeking out. The house was situated up on a hill, as if whoever lived inside felt the need to look out on top of the city of Roanoke, which sat to the east as just a tangle of shapes against the trees.
It would have been a beautiful sight indeed if no
