Chapter Twenty
Of all the places he’d never been, Terre Haute, Indiana, was one of them.
As he pulled up in his rental car and parked in front of a two-story home with a porch and a black Jeep in the driveway, the street reminded him of his hometown in some ways. He took in the neighborhood, seeing kids on bikes, and started up the sidewalk. The oak tree out front had to have been one of the reasons she owned this place. It was the perfect climbing tree and gave the area an established feel.
He strode up the three steps and tapped on the screen door, which was open. He could hear her voice inside. The sun was out, and he was already sweating. She came around the corner and stopped with the phone to her ear. She was barefoot in a gray sundress, and her hair was pulled up.
“Larry, I’m go
