Every Precious Thing

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

“Is that it?” Erica asked.

The old man looked out the window at the house they were driving slowly past.

“Mr. Harper, is that it?” she repeated.

“I…I don’t know. I think so. I wasn’t driving so I wasn’t paying attention.”

She scowled, and turned back around.

It didn’t really matter if the man didn’t recognize it. According to the address her researcher had found, this was the house where Sara’s husband was supposed to live.

A tricycle was parked along the driveway so a young child did live there, one who would be around the same age as the baby girl Sara had.

“Doesn’t look like anyone is home,” Clausen said.

“He’s probably still at work,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” Markle asked from behind the wheel.

“Go around the block one more time. Let’s see if we can find a quiet place where we can wait.”