CHAPTER SIXI got off at the Arrowbrook Road stop and, as instructed, walked north a short distance to an old Colonial with Alden's car parked off to the side. There was just enough light left in the day for me to tell that the yellow house Alden had said was his was actually yellow. A few almost-bare trees and a couple of pines stood between the house and the road, and Alden’s white BMW was there, top up.
The house looked like maybe it had been built in the early eighteen hundreds. It wasn’t in terrific shape; a couple of shutters had been painted dark mustard maybe a few years ago, while other windows had dark green shutters—sometimes only on one side. At some point someone had added a narrow, covered porch to the front of the house. There were a couple of wicker rocking chairs on it, a
