Chapter 34
When the farmhouse came into view, Riley felt jarred in a way that she hadn’t expected. It was as if she’d driven into an oil painting of an ideal rural America. The white wood-frame house was nestled cozily in a small valley. The house was old, but obviously kept in decent condition.
A few outbuildings were scattered on the nearby grounds. They were not in as good repair as the house. Neither was a large barn that looked ready to collapse. But those structures looked all the more charming because of their dilapidation.
Riley parked a short distance from the house. She checked the g*n in her holster and got out of the car. She breathed in the clear, clean country air.
It shouldn’t be this lovely here, Riley thought. And yet she knew that it made perfect sense. Ever since she
