CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
They walked up Ruthanne’s porch steps under the cover of night as the late summer evening chewed through its last bit of evening light. It glowed like an angry strip of red along the horizon. Chloe watched as Greene expertly picked both the key lock and the dead bolt. It took him less than twenty seconds and then they were stepping inside Ruthanne’s house.
The place was meticulously cleaned and smelled like a mixture of lemon and vanilla. It was one of the smaller houses on the street but the inside was still quite beautiful. The front door opened into a small foyer with high ceilings. This took them into an alcove where a right-hand turn would take them into the kitchen and a left-hand turn would lead into the living room.
Chloe stayed with Greene, not quite sure wh
