Chapter 21
It was only half past three, when Keplar decided to interview another of Goodley's neighbors. Once he pulled into the driveway, he pulled out his notepad and found the name: Milfred Oakley, a retired St. Paul cop. His home was another large rambler with a noticeable difference. Lining the drive were three creatively sculpted shrubs. One was a large ball, the next was cut like a spiral and the third was so unusual that it caused him to scratch his head in wonder. Let's just say, it was interesting. The front of the house, under the windows, were a wide variety of flowers and a perfectly manicured hedge. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the layout.
After getting out of the car, while studying the unusual shrub, “Hey Chief, like it?”
“I do, but I don't know
