09:40
The garage that Roman had driven into was large, a double. Valerie looked around as they got out, her eyes curiously going to the door that led into the house.
The neighborhood had been pretty and welcoming. It made Valerie’s gut churn to think that if the killer found her, she would have led him to this pretty, untainted neighborhood.
She stood aside as Roman and Michael unloaded the car, listening to their surroundings.
Valerie heard laughter and frowned. Her eyes once more went to the door that led into the house. It had been a high-pitched girly laugh, one that surely couldn’t be Kingston’s.
Valerie heard it again and this time when she listened even closer, she heard the sound of music. It was a bopping, groovy kind of pop and now that she’d heard it, Valerie couldn’t miss
