Chapter 20Early Saturday morning—too freaking early for my taste—Wills had me on a shuttle bound for Logan. It landed on time, and since we only had carry-ons, we went directly from the gate to pick up the rented Mercury Cougar.
I let out a low whistle, and Wills grinned. “I love driving powerful, sporty cars.”
“As opposed to that sedan you drive back home?”
“Yeah.” He filled out the paperwork, and within ten minutes, he had the key and was driving us out of the airport.
I knew he was a good driver, but it was a pleasure to watch him maneuver through the holiday weekend traffic. Half an hour later, he turned down a tree-lined street and pulled up at the curb.
The house was beautiful: white with green shutters, two stories plus gabled attics, and chimneys at each end. The bay windows t
