CHAPTER FIVE
Rylie had finished perusing the file as they finally pulled off the exit at Sweeten, shortly after five. Sweeten was another one-horse town with a gas station and a hotel. There was a small supermarket, a few blocks away from the Interstate, and a tiny development of fifties ranch houses behind it. Other than that, the place was surrounded by farmland.
The GPS led them to a loop of fifties ranch houses, so close to the Interstate that they could see the ramp they’d just pulled off of as they turned onto the street. It wasn’t hard to find the house—there was police tape around it, and a couple of patrol cars parked in the driveway. The home itself was modest, half-brick, with peeling pink paint. The lawn could’ve used a good mowing, and there was a flowerbed near the front wa
