Chapter 8
The Hardaway residence was on the trendy west side of Bend, only a block from the Deschutes River. The house was small and had probably been owned by the family for generations. Updated bungalows surrounded it, but it still had its original plywood siding, warped by the infrequent rains.
Terrill cruised past the house. Through the window, he saw a big-screen TV that seemed to take up half the little living room, a couple of old couches, and an older couple on opposite sides of the room, ignoring each other. It was nearly midnight, too late to knock on the door. There was no sign of the daughter.
He felt restless. He drove out into the High Desert east of town, feeling vulnerable because of the lack of cover, trying to get used to the openness of the terrain in this part of the
