--Anonymous I Flagstaff, Arizona "You coming or what?" Wolfe called. "Right behind you," Carver said. He stood on the sidewalk before the Mediterranean-style house, white stucco with arched windows, the red clay-tiled roof like corduroy to a giant, staring at the somehow forbidding façade. All of the blinds were drawn. Only a faint glow emanated through the curtains in the window beside the closed front door. "What's wrong?" Ellie asked, climbing out of the car behind him. "I don't know." And that was the truth. A cold sensation crept up his spine, raising the hair on his arms despite the blazing sun. He couldn't explain the feeling, but right now he couldn't think of anyplace in the world he wanted to be less. He walked up to the porch with Ellie at his side, gnawing on the inside of his lip, scrutinizing each of the windows before looking back upon the empty street, unable to shake the impression that he was being watched. Wolfe rang the doorbell and took a step back.
