CHAPTER TWENTY
July 3, 2010
Morning
Mrs. Seabrook drove them in her red VW Beetle, parked on a quiet residential street, then led them up a set of brick stairs to a white house. It was decent and proper and everything Calvin would have expected from her. Everything, that is, except that he was about to discover just how much she’d been a part of Percy’s psychic enterprise.
Soft green moss and buttercups sprouted between cracks in the stairs. A red mailbox gleamed beside the front door.
After she let them inside, Mrs. Seabrook paused in the foyer beside two framed pictures of young women in their twenties.
“This one is my eldest, Samantha,” she said.
The woman in the photo leaned against the arms of a man with bronze skin, her long hair blowing in the wind. They both wore summer clot
