Every now and then there would be a break between the rows of houses and Eric could see down the mountain. On the drive, they’d passed schools and grocery stores. A park where teens were playing soccer. Normal life in normal towns. Not the image usually conjured when one thought of Las Vegas. The Koburn home looked similar to its neighbors. A small mansion with gray-green siding and white trim, separated from the street by a large lawn framed by flowerbeds. They said nothing as they approached the house. Eric opened his senses. Two small animals had a den under a bush by the front wall, and a snake kept watch from under a small rock. The path to and from the front door was practically littered with scents. Without a specific target, even he wouldn’t have the ability to distinguish one from the hordes of others. They were greeted at the door by a well-dressed woman in her mid-thirties. Her navy blue blouse was both flattering and somber. Her hair and makeup were perfect. The only outward sign of her distress was the rigid way she answered the door.
