Chapter 27 Sean stood at the base of a short embankment blanketed with dead, matted leaves from the previous fall. New, thick blades of grass stemmed out from under them like green whiskers. He wished he had brought binoculars, but in his rush to leave Winston, he had not thought to. He was sure though that the digits along the face of the building read “114.” Like the last house he’d perused, the garage faced away from the road. The style of the home, however, looked much different.
It was a multilevel building that sprouted up from a sloped landscape that had no real yard. Instead, the terrain was composed of large, decorative rock that accentuated staggered bushes and trees, similar to the raw forest that surrounded the residence. A curved row of concrete steps began parallel to the dr
