Chapter 19
TO MY SURPRISE, IT was not a star painted in the center of the Texas Longhorn. It was a hand. The house itself looked deserted. There were no vehicles parked anywhere and it did not have any signs of occupants. In fact, it looked like the entire neighborhood was devoid of any residents. If you can call it that, a neighborhood. There were long distances of nothing but rocky desert between homes. Even if there were people living out here, one most likely would never see them. It came as quite a shock to me that I dropped Art off here, but it was night after all and daylight would do this place no justice, and that light was fading fast.
I parked a few steps past the edge of the property. There was no way to conceal the fact that I was there. I sat in the car for a few minutes to
