Morriston had few redeeming qualities, unless you enjoyed going to the mall. It wasn't like the Hollows, where you could get murdered just for breathing. Instead, it was an empty sprawl of subdivisions and strip malls. There was little to encourage non-residents to go there.

But there Jamie sat, riding shotgun in Glenda and heading northeast into the area. Parker had picked up Justin and Ashley first. They were both in the back when they arrived at Jamie's house, depriving Jamie of the opportunity to try and talk to Parker.

Travis's house lay nested at the end of a cul-de-sac, a two-story white house in a trim and proper neighborhood. Only a faint sprinkling of leaves lay on the ground, as opposed to the thick, mushy carpet on the Hattori lawn.

Parker stretched as she got out of...

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