Chapter Five
Mark took in the dirt driveway and overgrown grass, the rutted tire tracks, now dry after the heavy rain from the night before, as he pulled up in front of an old two-story house with the kind of clapboard siding that said it was more of an amateur project than something done by a builder. An old truck was parked in front, and the porch had three wide wooden steps, no railing, and wood that looked as if it had seen better days.
“You stay,” he said to the dog, who was already panting as the day warmed, his window down. The dog was the best companion he’d ever had.
He stepped out of his Jeep and closed the door, his hand resting on the open window frame. The windows of the house were single paned and dirty. An old sheet, he thought, hung in one. He turned his head, seeing tre
