“Stop here, his house is just there,” I say, pointing to a house with green shutters.
“Tell me again,” Olivia says, parking the car nearby. “It is polaroid pictures, and there are…, how many did you say?”
“Five,” I start, “that I know of,” I continue, not trusting entirely Taylor. He did tell me he threw them away.
“Okey, let’s go.”
We go to his house and ring the bell, just to be sure there isn’t anyone. In case there is, we would just have to say that we are classmates for a project. And his parents know me, so it would work… I shake my head at the embarrassing memory of my first meeting with his parents. Wasn’t the same night as the picture, but it could have been since I was still tipsy when I woke up.
No one answers, and we contour the house. He has a window facing his garden.
