Chapter 18: Toby Parke
Boardman, Ohio
We arrived at Toby Parke’s at approximate two o’clock in the afternoon. The Tudor lacked any style. I didn’t see hedges around the two-story structure, a sidewalk, or gardens. Bleak came to mind. Grass grew up to the front stoop, spreading around the house. Minimal shade hid the house and the yard, decorated with limited trees, sprawled over a half-acre. I couldn’t see any neighbors nearby, leaving the Tudor surrounded by lined woods and the meadow that Sander mentioned.
“Did someone follow us here?” I asked Sander, climbing out of the Caddy.
“Not that I saw.”
“Is Toby home? I don’t see a vehicle.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What’s he drive?”
“A burgundy Range Rover.”
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Sander wanted to bury Lewis. He went in search of a plastic tarp and a sh
