CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Another great thing about small towns that Mackenzie had forgotten all about was the close proximity to everything. She was able to make the trip from the abandoned Parker Antiques building to the home of Tim Parker in less than ten minutes. She wondered if it was depressing in a way, to live out the rest of your life ten minutes away from the shell of a business you had been unable to keep afloat.
When she pulled into the dirt driveway of the small house that had been built to mimic a farmhouse style, she saw a man sitting in a rocker on the porch. There was a weed eater propped up in his lap as he worked at the head of it. As she turned in, the man looked up at her while still tinkering with his work.
Mackenzie made it halfway up his cracked sidewalk before his star
