CHAPTER 18
Rex stood beside the SUV and surveyed the house in front of him. It was a large, single-level home made of stone and log just like the main house but with an attached garage. Flower hedges lined the entrance instead of a full-blown garden like the one he’d seen at Dex’s. Rex was glad for it—he definitely had no green thumb.
He grabbed his luggage and headed to the main door. Rex found the flowerpot like Dex had described and lifted it to retrieve the key there. Then he inserted it into the keyhole and pushed the door open.
A smile lit up his face as he closed the door behind him. The spacious interior boasted various shades of the greys and browns he favored with an occasional burnt orange furnishing. Dex had done a great job cleaning the space, and it looked airy and pristin
