“On the radio, they were talking about the biggest storm of the year going to hit that night. They expected flash flooding.
“Rain shadow my ass.”
Riehl slowed ahead of me. I spotted the house we wanted.
Dorothy Young’s front door was open when we parked in front of her ranch house set back from the road. It was already 9:30. I could hear that clock ticking in my head.
The neighborhood was quiet. A couple in their sixties a few houses down watched us from across the street. Their mailbox had their last name on it: Taylor. I had them pegged in two seconds. They were the couple that snooped and watched and knew everything about everybody.
Dorothy’s lawn had just been mowed. Riehl and I went up the steps to the door. It was open.
“I take lead, you follow,” Riehl said.
“Sure thing.” Before he could take his lead, I knocked on the door.
The Hysteria: book 4, the Eddie Mccloskey Paranormal Mystery Series (The Un...
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