CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Mackenzie could still feel the sense of urgency when she stepped out of the car. Still, she kept herself calm, forcing herself to get a proper lay of the land. The house was quite nice, one of the nicer ones in the neighborhood. It was a neighborhood very much like the one the Springses had lived in, only it was nearly on the other side of the city.
She looked up and down the streets and saw a few cars parked here and there. The closest one to them was an older model pickup truck. Two blocks down, a man was jogging, running in the opposite direction. Further off, she heard the buzz of a motorcycle engine. Otherwise, the street was basically dead.
One of the doors to the two-car garage was open. It revealed a large-bodied GMC truck. The tailgate was down and a series
