Chapter 6
Mark’s father lived in a plain three bedroom, one bathroom house typical of Glendale suburban neighborhoods. The dark green lawn was neatly manicured and the walkway was lined with blooming rose bushes.
Jack tapped on the front door. He’d called Seymour Walters ahead of time to be sure the man would be home.
The door opened to reveal an older balding man. He could detect a vague resemblance between the man and his son.
“Lieutenant Reeves?”
Jack nodded and offered his hand, which Mr. Walters shook. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, Mr. Walters.”
The man stepped aside to let him in. “It’s a nice day. Mind if we sit outside on the patio?”
“Wherever you’re most comfortable.”
Jack followed him through the living room and dining room to a wooden backdoor. The pati
