立夏 [7] / [7]
When he opened his eyes, it was already 11 a.m. The weather was very cloudy and overcast. He was happy with Cynthia, but he couldn't help feeling blue.
"Cheer up,"
Cynthia told him. She gave him a plain scone with a latte.
"There might be real evidence at this address. We will see,"
she said brightly.
Alexander forced a smile through his drowsiness, and wished that she would be right.
They double-checked everything before leaving. It was going to be a long ride, and they both wanted to make sure they were prepared in case of an emergency. Fortunately, everything went off without a hitch, and they arrived at their destination a full 45 minutes early. Cynthia and Alexander stared at the house, still sitting in the car.
"What do you make of this?"
Alexander asked Cynthia.
"Well," she responded,
"it looks safe enough. It certainly doesn't look like a murder den. It just looks like your average suburban homestead."
He still wanted to be cautious.
"Okay, let's go,"
he said, exiting the car, with Cynthia following suit.
He pulled out the key, which was beneath the clown statue, along with the paper on which the address was written.
"Stay behind me, just in case."
He walked up to the door, and tried to stick the key into the hole. He thought he might have heard a voice. He withdrew the key slowly. He knocked, and the voice he thought he heard before spoke loud enough for him to clearly hear.
"The door is open. Just come inside."