Turner and Frank rolled out of their rental car and eyed the large farmhouse sitting in the middle of a grassy lawn. The house sat in the middle of seven hundred acres of Missouri farmland. To their left and down a gentle slope was an old stone barn. Beside the barn were an assortment of tractors, plows, a combine, and other assorted hardware a farmer would need to keep his operation running. In a field on the other side of the barn were perhaps fifteen or twenty head of cattle milling about and looking completely disinterested in the two strangers who had just driven up.
The house itself looked almost new. A long, brown and gray brick ranch house with big picture windows and a wide brick chimney rising above the gray slate roof tiles directly in the middle of the roof.
Frank grunted and
