CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
It was 3:30 in the afternoon when Kate and DeMarco drove back into Amber Hills. The police cars were still parked at the front gates while a few others were parked at seemingly random spots all around the neighborhood. Their search for additional information from the neighbors of the victims was shortened when they discovered that the neighbor to the right of the Thurmonds was not home and the house on the left of their residence was for sale.
However, when they ventured over to Helmsdale Street, where the Hickses lived, they found the neighbor to the right at home. When DeMarco knocked on the door it was answered by a woman of about sixty or so. A tiny little dog yipped at their feet, a breed that Kate couldn’t determine. Something small and fluffy and white.
“Can I
