CHAPTER 22

RONNELL POV

I pulled up in front of Blair's house and parked at the driveway. I had never been here before. From the background check I had done on her, I had known that she owned a home, but I hadn't let myself look any further into her. Nor had I come up with a reason to drop by on an evening or weekend despite repeated temptation.

Blair lived in a two-story craftsman. Its modest exterior provided little hint from the outside.

There wasn't a landscape, a crumbling porch, painting chopping off the rails and trim. The windows couldn't have done much to regulate the temperature. They had to be at least forty years old, and only half had a screen on them.

This surprised me because I had never thought of Blair in this way but her house was a bit of a wreck.

The neighborhood was all right. At least she wasn't in imminent danger of being shot or mugged when she stepped outside. There were no cars in the driveway, so I wasn't certain that she was home.

I reached for the doorbell but hesi