CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
The man’s name was Dan Hudson. A quick call to the A1 supplied them with his address—which turned out to be just fifteen minutes away from the community center. When Avery parked the car in front of his house, which was tucked in between two other nearly identical houses in the cheaper end of a middle-class subdivision, it was clear that he was home. Loud music was coming from inside and they could see someone walking back and forth in front of the window that looked in onto the living room. The blinds were drawn but the shape moving back and forth was easily seen.
As they got out of the car and headed for the front door, Avery was rather surprised to realize that she knew the music that was being played. It was a band Rose had been into once upon a time, some German
