CHAPTER SEVEN
Their destination was clean, and the people appeared classy. Without a sign of poverty or graffiti anywhere, it was an unblemished suburb not too far from the neighboring city. They drove down residential streets flanked by beautiful homes with green lawns and cherry trees. She even saw a white picket fence around one house.
All her adult life, she bounced from city to city. It had been a long time since she’d absorbed suburban living. Her mother had done her best for her and Drew. They lived modestly yet hadn’t wanted for anything growing up. After medical bills and the cost of college, her mother had nothing left to leave them when she died.
Winding through the streets, Ruger swung the truck into a wide driveway facing a double garage. The red brick house with pristine w
