Sitting in the ‘Cuda, the engine running and the air conditioning straining to keep the one hundred degree plus heat outside at bay, I glanced at my watch and frowned. It was almost midnight. Looking out the driver’s side door window I glanced at the large black shadow of a two-storied Victorian styled home and noted the several lights burning brightly in a number of different windows.
“She’s up,” Frank grunted in the darkness to my right. Somehow reading my thoughts as we sat in the darkness of the car. “Her name is Paula Andersen. She’s resided in that house for over forty years. Was there when the Hollanders moved in across the street. Has a reputation of a busybody who keeps her nose in everyone else’s business. I doubt the old lady sleeps much. Too busy keeping an eye on her neighbor
