Chapter 23
“This is Dale Edinger. We spoke a few days ago about the possibility of you taking me on as a student.”
“Ah…I remember.”
“Do you think we could get together and have a cup of coffee and talk about this a little more?”
“You still have my address?”
“Yes,” Dale replied.
“Come by tomorrow afternoon around two.”
“Okay.”
* * * *
From the outside, the house looked fairly ordinary. It was a big white clapboard farmhouse. The front yard was lined with flowerbeds full of plants. Dale walked up onto the front porch. Riadh was waiting in the car with instructions to stay put unless he heard screams.
Dale knocked on the front door.
It opened. Summer was dressed similarly to the way Dale had first seen her, jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. A cigarette was between her fingers; it looked hand-rolled and Dale wondered what exactly it contained.
“Come on in,” she said.