Chapter 12
At a few minutes after ten-thirty, I finally found a parking space for my car near the cul-de-sac at the end of Colorado Avenue. I strolled up the sidewalk on the sunny side, savoring the sensation of warmth against my cheek while the rest of me was freezing in the inadequate windbreaker I’d tossed over my jeans and T-shirt.
At Scott and Georgina’s, I reached over and unlatched the gate, then hurried up the walk that bisected the front yard. Ragged remains of summer flowers waved desultorily in the crisp breeze. I passed an overturned tricycle, probably Julie’s, a basketball squashed flat, and a plastic softball bat that, judging from the crack along the seam, might have been used to squash the former.
I pulled open the screen door and rapped sharply with the knocker.
“Come
