CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It was 11:15 when Kate and DeMarco pulled up in front of Barry Turner’s home. He lived in a respectable neighborhood, though a few steps down from what they had been seeing so far during this case. It was an old two-story brick home, the kind that looked aged and worn but in a charming sort of way. There was ivy climbing up one of the side of the house, as well as the worn white fence that separated Turner’s yard from his neighbor’s. The yard was covered in trees, the sidewalk covered in shadows from the branches.
As they approached the front door, Kate could hear piano music. It was not the same as when they visited Knudsen’s residence; it was obvious from the sound and volume that this was a piano piece being played through a speaker, at a relatively high volume.
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