“Alright, alright,” he said, his voice now tinged with concern. “Lily’s house is just down the road. It’s at the end of North Street, number 15. With Mr. Pickle’s directions in hand, Jackson and Martinez thanked him and headed toward North Street.
As they approached, they saw that the front yard of the Gregory house was indeed overgrown with weeds, and the whole scene had an eerie, neglected feel. The house, though beautiful, had a very silent vibe to it.