Chapter Three
EXCEPT FOR DIRECTIONS, the ride from Vince’s house in Montebello to Julie’s in Pasadena was spent in silence. Julie’s gaze slowly went back and forth from the familiar scenery of magnolia and Chinese elm trees showered by the glow of early evening sun, to the quiet man beside her.
She knew he had to be feeling upset about not getting the reading done tonight. And maybe for a couple of other things he wasn't willing to share with her.
“There it is.” She broke the silence around them. “It’s the yellow one with the white trim.” She pointed to a three-story refurbished house with gingerbread trim. Years ago, it had been divided into two separate homes, as were most of the older homes in the area. It was the elaborate Victorian style of many of the houses here, along with the a
