CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2027 11:03am
Present Day / (01:04:24:26)
The Slattery house seemed old, dated old, not classic old. Even in its time it must have been a spectacle, that sort of place you look at and can’t help but mumble “seriously?” under your breath. Now it was that plus forty years. Garish and tired at the same time.
Drummond appeared no more impressed. He wandered back and forth across the massive drive while they waited for somebody to answer the heavy doors Hannah had just knocked on. Dave wasn’t a big talker, but Hannah knew he’d have comments about this place later. That was a two beer conversation.
“Detective, come in,” someone behind her said. She had gotten so caught up in her partner’s wandering she hadn’t even heard the door open. She cursed under
