Chapter 4
It was late—too late to just walk up to the front of the small house and ring the doorbell. Sean slid around to the back, ducking under the leafless, drooping branches of aspens. He was careful to make as little noise as possible, even as the crunching of hardening snow accompanied every step.
As he approached the back porch, he detected a sound that resembled that of a dull, repetitive moan funneling out from behind the house’s walls. He feared the person he had come to see was already fast asleep, snoring.
He crept across the wooden porch, nearly losing his breath when a loud creak halted him in his tracks. There was no audible reaction from inside, so he continued on until he reached the back corner of the house. There, a two-pane window with its curtains open was lit up fr
