CHAPTER NINETEEN
Harley leaned on the steering wheel as she stared at the dilapidated farmhouse, a pool of shadow in the deepening night. She checked her phone again, but it only confirmed what she already knew: This was the house in which Beatrice and Bella Rasco had lived all their adult lives until they went missing.
Studying the rundown building, it was difficult to imagine anyone ever having lived there. The door hung drunkenly, one hinge ready to tear free, and several of the windows were covered with long pine planks, grayed and warped by sunlight. Weeds grew riotously along the foundation.
It’s like a scene from Hansel and Gretel, Harley mused. I bet the witch is in there fattening up Hansel right this moment.
She had simply assumed the house would have new owners by now, but i
