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“How is everybody doing?” Tucker asked. Susannah and
Ethan had moved to a different bedroom, and both of them looked
pretty bored when we walked in. “Can we switch up places? We’re
not getting anything,” Susannah requested.
“The upstairs was pretty dead,” Ethan said.
“We’re getting a few things down here,” Adrian spoke up.
“But we’d like to go back upstairs again before we leave if that’s
okay.”
“That’s fine. It’s 11:30, and we told them we might be here
as late as 1,” Tucker agreed.
Once the groups dispersed again, we stopped in to check on
the Masons, who were both fast asleep on the couch. All that fear
must have really worn them out. My body was definitely starting to
feel it, too. Even though on a normal Friday night I’d still be out
with Michelle at this time, I was getting pretty damn tired.
When we got back into the hallway, Tucker asked me again,
“Where do you want to go?”
This time, I was comfortable enough that I could think
clearly. “Umm ... what about the kids’ playroom? We haven’t really
stopped in there much.”
He raised his arm in the direction of that room. “Lead the
way.”
I wasn’t sure why I wanted to head to the playroom. Really,
there were just more toys there to get thrown at me if I asked the
wrong question. But I remembered it distinctly from the
walkthrough earlier, and it was the first room that popped into my
head.
The family either was very impeccable when it came to
cleaning, or they’d gone out of their way to make sure the house
looked spiffy for the investigation. Either way, I was glad, because
there were literally endless amounts of toys in the bins that lined the
room. They were little accidental booby traps waiting to happen.
This particular room was different from the others because
there was an enormous bay window framing the front yard. Even
though there was no streetlamp directly in front of the Masons’
house, there were several dotting the development and they let in
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