Someone had plowed the previous day’s four inches of snow off the narrow dirt road, but Claire drove slowly to avoid slipping on the frozen mud and to scan the house numbers. The scattered trailers squatting on cement blocks didn’t look much like a kingdom—more like a slum. Though it was nine o’clock, she saw no activity except a huge slobbery Rottweiler barking at her from the window of a dingy white mobile home. She spotted a mailbox with the right number on it, but the parking space next to the tan trailer had a rusted Subaru sitting in it. Then she noticed a row of parking spaces at the end of the short road with two vehicles, both beat-up pickup trucks, parked side by side. She pulled in next to one of the trucks and walked to Pete and Boyd’s trailer. A brown latticework skirt hung around most of the bottom, but the panel on the end was missing. The panel beside it gaped open, exposing a collection of twisted metal, possibly bike parts, and a pink plastic Big Wheel missing a pedal.
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