Kiko was able to figure out where Spencer’s house must be from the waitress’ description and Dom drove according to his directions. The place was at least fifteen minutes’ drive from Catsville proper and looked like an old woman’s home, a little old crummy ranch set back on a piece of wooded land amid cornfields.
“Keep going,” said Kiko when Dom made to turn down the driveway. “There’s a dead end next right.”
Dom parked there instead, a completely deserted road through thick forest. The sun was descending and the greyness of the cloudy sky made everything darker than normal. They walked down the road and then the driveway to the house, Kiko looking highly uncomfortable. He kept throwing glances over his shoulder back to the road.
“It’s fine,” said Dom, putting a hand on Kiko’s shoulder.
