CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The timing was perfect. Kate parked her car in front of the Jensen residence just as two kids and a driver climbed out of a black Audi that had just parked in the paved driveway. As Kate and DeMarco got out, the kids looked their way. The youngest—a little boy of about four or so—waved excitedly at them. Kate waved back with a smile. She honestly didn’t miss these younger years with children, but she did miss the joy kids seemed to have over everything at that age.
The driver, a young woman with her hair in a ponytail and wearing a New York Giants T-shirt, waved at them as well. This, presumably, was Tonya. “Mr. Jensen said you were coming,” she said across the lawn. “Come on in and join the chaos.”
Kate and DeMarco accepted the invitation, walking across the perfec
