Steal (The Adventures of Watkins and Howe a Supernatural Thriller Book 2) by Jeff Elkins

Author:Jeff Elkins [Elkins, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Moe and Stacie stood on the quiet tree-lined street in front of a modest two-story house. With most of the adults at work and the kids at school, the neighborhood was quiet. It seemed like a nice place to raise a family. The lawns were cut, the flowerbeds were weeded, and the rain gutters clean. The Hamilton neighborhood was once a suburb on the northeast side of the city, but it was slowly being consumed by the city. The stand-alone houses with modest front yards, large back yards, and welcoming front porches, still called back to a time when people moved here to get out to the suburbs and escape urban life.

“What do you know about her parents?” Stacie asked, as she looked up and down the street.

“Her dad was a high school math teacher. Her mom taught preschool. They met in high school and started dating in college. They bought this house shortly after getting married. Sarah was born here. There’s no scandal. No big secret. The most controversial thing about them is that Sarah’s dad was republican who became a democrat.”

“An all-American family,” Stacie said.

“Seems that way,” Moe said.

“So why would a math teacher with a mortgage and a kid kill his high school sweetheart?” Stacie asked.

“That’s the question,” Moe said.

As Moe crossed the yard, she remembered how her cape fluttering behind her as she ran on Halloween. She remembered Sarah’s dad lifting her off the ground and protecting her from the skeleton. She could feel his warm arms around her. He felt safe.

Moe climbed the front steps and peered through the window next to the door. The house was a mess. Furniture was overturned. Glass from a broken picture frame was scattered across the entryway floor. It appeared no one had been inside since the night Sarah’s mother was killed. Moe could feel the pain of sorrow in her gut.

“You think we can get in?” Stacie asked, joining Moe on the porch. She jiggled the door handle, but it was locked.

“I don’t know that we would find anything even if we could. I mean, I don’t know about you, but I don’t know the first thing about crime scene investigating,” Moe said. She turned away from the window and scanned the street. She looked at the white house next door. “Mr. David,” she said to herself.

“Who’s that?” Stacie asked, trying to follow Moe’s line of sight.

“The neighbor. Let’s see if he’s home,” Moe said, as she bounded down the steps and across the yard. It took her a lot less time to get there than it had taken her in Sarah’s memory of Halloween. She pulled open the screen door and knocked. There was rustling inside. She knocked again.

To Moe’s shock, the door was not answered by the kindly elderly man with a mustache. Instead, a young woman opened the door. Her hair was braided, and she wore overalls and a purple crystal around her neck. “Can I help you?” the young woman asked.

Taking a step back, Moe said, “I’m looking for David.

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