Chapter 15
Otto drove down Summit Avenue, past the charm school towards the Governor's Mansion, but turned off and stopped in front of a house about a block off the boulevard.
"This is it," he said, pointing with his chin as he shut off the car's engine. I looked up at the house, a large Tudor style that looked like something out of a book of fairy tales with the icicles hanging from the eaves and the trees and shrubs covered in snow. The upstairs windows were all dark, but two of the downstairs windows were aglow. The curtains were closed so I couldn't see any details within, but occasionally a shadow would pass behind one or the other.
Otto started to open his car door, but I reached out and caught his arm. "Wait," I said.
"I'm just going to take a look," he said, "see who's in there
