Chapter ThirtyI
focused on my accounting work Tuesday morning and got everything done on my list, leaving the afternoon clear for my photo session with Lindsay Mullen.
The Mullens lived in a neighborhood of 1950s-built split-level houses. Unlike the Redmonds’ street where every property was well-maintained, some homes needed new roofs, new siding, or a good toss of grass seed and fertilizer.
The Mullens’ home, however, received loving care. The house appeared to have been given a recent coat of forest-green paint, and the driveway had been resealed. Yellow tape, attached to a marker on each side of the driveway, blocked cars and pedestrians from the fresh tar.
Since the slate path to the front door originated in the driveway, I walked up the lawn and was greeted by an excited Lindsay a
