Chapter Eight
“Oh, wonderful,” Kristie said.
He shrugged. “If you want to put a rental car
on your credit card, you can take me there now.”
“No.”
Scottsville proper was half a mile of
slightly wider road, lined with a few department stores and a lot
of smaller shops. A right turn in the middle of town at the only
traffic light led to a series of buildings housing the city’s
services: police, fire, emergency medical, and municipal offices.
Kristie held her breath most of the way through the downtown area
until the stores trailed off into a series of large Victorian-style
houses. Jason suggested she slow down and pointed to the fifth
house on the left.
“That’s it,” he said, indicating a
three-story, wood-framed building painted light blue with darker
blue shutters and trim. A
