Chapter 35
“I think this is it.” The single-story house in front of me looked postcard perfect. With its light-blue paint and huge maple trees blazing their fall colors, it seemed like the kind of house you’d see on a realtor’s ad with a happy, young couple kissing behind the ‘sold’ sign. Even the cream and yellow mums sitting on either side of the white-railed porch seemed staged in their flawlessness. Ruth Claudia definitely had a great setup.
“Hope she’s home,” Rachel said from beside me. We’d borrowed Grandma Esther’s Nissan rather than have Jake bring us to avoid any questions we didn’t want to answer. “Maybe we should’ve called.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I glanced at my watch. It was about a quarter till six. We’d waited a few days to make this trip, partly because I’d put it off. I wanted
