CHAPTER 43Detective Bohannon swung his blue pickup truck snuggly against the arc of the curb in the cul-de-sac of a nondescript subdivision in West Linn. Just behind the truck’s open bed, a concrete driveway sloped up to a dark wood-sided house that was all sharp angles and vertical windows, one of those modern designs from the ’70s that tried too hard and now just looked dated. Mara hopped from the passenger side and met him at the back of the truck.
“If you had told me that we were going to be all the way down here, I could have driven home and met you in Oregon City,” she said.
“Sorry, I just assumed you would want to go back to work after we were done, so I didn’t think it would matter where this woman lived,” he said. “Are you sure you are up to this? You do look a little—”
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