CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The next morning, Chloe was behind the wheel of a bureau car, once again headed back into Bill and Sandra Carver’s neighborhood. Most people were headed out to work with coffee cups and packed lunches at their side as they headed out to their cars. The morning was pretty enough, a thin layer of mist blanketing the yards as the air grew warmer.
“Places like this always creep me out,” Moulton said from his place in the passenger seat.
“Why is that?” Chloe asked.
“I think Courtney Vedas summed it up perfectly. Nice houses, nice lawns, but people with such messed up secrets and ambitions. It’s like peeling back the pretty wallpaper of a bedroom and finding cockroaches and mold.”
“Cheerful,” she said.
He smiled thinly. “I grew up in a place like this. I never really like
