Chapter 36
ALICE TAILED the cruiser through Frayville’s back streets, the puttermobile easily keeping up with my sedate pace. Rather than go over the bridge, where everybody could see, we took the side road down into the wooded Sand River valley, crossed the creaky little two-lane bridge by the dilapidated railroad tracks, and up onto the old crackerbox homes on the south side of town. I finally pulled to a stop in the graveled driveway of a blue clapboard two-story with a spacious attached garage.
Ceren was out of the puttermobile before I had my door closed. “Why here? This place sucked. Nobody liked it.”
Alice came up behind Ceren. “It wasn’t very good.”
I hadn’t thought it was all that bad. “A couple reasons,” I said. “One, nobody knows we looked at it. Two, the garage is big enoug
