Clint made a U-turn in the middle of the street and drove back to Lyla Bristol’s house, parking in her driveway and triggering a motion-sensitive light. Now that Soap Opera Villain had left, the block really was a ghost town. A few houses here and there had lights burning, but you could tell they were empty.
Or were they? piped up my powerful voice of self-preservation. After all, the Bristol house looked pretty empty, which may or may not be the case, as we were about to find out.
Or were they?The three of us walked to the front door together. Clint stepped ahead of me to knock, and I let him, scanning the shadowy street and neighboring yards.
“Ring the doorbell,” Addy said. “Toby might not be able to hear you knocking.”
Clint did, but there was still no answer and no indication of an
