Chapter 54
Karl looked up and down the street the next morning, wanting to be sure he had the correct house. He'd only been here once, and that at night. The address matched in the bright sunlight, at least what he remembered after such an unbelievable few weeks.
It would have to do. He didn't have long to get this over with and get back home for the funeral. He knocked on the cheerful yellow door.
Mr. and Mrs. Norwood both stood before him, neither dressed for company early on a weekend morning. Mrs. Norwood smiled at him, and Karl remembered she'd never seen his face that night.
Mr. Norwood glanced around the yard as he moved in front of his wife. He was not smiling.
"What do you want?" Mr. Norwood said.
"I need to speak with you for a few minutes, sir," Karl said. "I have another
