For some reason, she had assumed that hill was the eastern edge of the city, but according the directions of the GPS on her phone, the hill hid a large part of the city from the view of those on the west side. The farther up she went, the bigger the houses got, until she ended up on one of the topmost streets of the neighborhood. It was filled with some of the largest houses she’d seen in the city so far. She found the Waters house easily enough—even in ritzy neighborhoods like this one, not many people had the letter “W” inlaid with pavers into their driveway. She parked at the curb and headed up the sidewalk, taking in the large, two-level home that could probably serve as a small hotel. How many children did the Waterses have? Sadie had seen three at the memorial service, but maybe there were more who hadn’t been there. The red Jeep Wrangler in the driveway was not parked straight, and the smell of baking was heavy in the summer air as Sadie got closer to the front door. Sadie could relate to the idea of baking when you were under stress, but she couldn’t imagine baking when the stress resulted from murdering your husband’s lover.
