Half an hour later, I arrived in the posh neighborhood of Hollingsworth Heights, where Lela Baker lived in a three-story Edwardian home.
Well-groomed lawns the size of football fields, underground swimming pools and outdoor saunas adorned the properties, impenetrable walls enclosed the extravagant homes.
Miles of brick paved driveways stretched up to the houses, lined on either side with ten-foot hedges sculptured by Edward Scissorhands, or well-paid groundskeepers.
As I approached the mansion where lights were burning behind every window, I checked my iPhone to see if Rocco had called or messaged me.
Disappointment did not begin to explain how I was feeling as I shut off the cellphone and jammed it into my back pocket. I drew a breath before climbing the stairs, the front porch surrou
