Unlike the night of the party, we didn’t park on the main drag. Instead, we drove by the house several times, taking side roads and alleys and trying to determine the best way to stay relatively hidden and yet still as close to the house as we could manage.
It wasn’t as isolated a house as either Lee’s or our own. It sat on more of a residential street, with sidewalks and lampposts hung with historic village flags.
The houses were spaced a good distance apart but not enough that I didn’t feel like there would be neighbors just waiting to overhear and come out to see what was going on.
Like Lee’s house, this one butted up against a wood. I remembered that much from the party, but I didn’t recall any easy way to access the back of the house—the only place that would give us at least the i
