Izzie Drake pulled up on the street about five doors away from the home of James and Connie Doyle. An earlier visit to the address Izzie had found for Phil Oxley had proved fruitless, with no reply to their knocking at the door and ringing the doorbell, so she"d decided to try the Doyle home first and return to Oxley"s later. The two detectives exited the car, and as Drake pointed the remote at the vehicle, activating the central locking system, Nick Dodds looked up and down the street and commented on his first impressions.
“My God, Sarge, this place looks as if it"s hardly altered since the nineteen-sixties, at least from pictures I"ve seen of those days, me being a bit young to have been around then.”
“Oh, the wisdom of youth, what are you, a child of the seventies?” Drake quipped, an
