My tires screeched to a harsh stop against the asphalt, leaving black tire tracks in its wake. I quickly got down from the car and then turned my head around to scan my environment. This definitely had to be the place.
"Maple street," I whispered to myself as I strutted forward. Recognition hit me as I looked around, this was the same neighborhood I'd come to the other day, during Grace's funeral. It just seemed like a different street.
I spotted Regina's house from the distance, it was unmistakably her backyard. The small white gate by the fence confirmed my suspicion when I reached the house. "Regina?" I called out, cautiously stepping into the house.
My eyes landed on the broken lock and I could deduce that there was a forceful entry. I'd already called the police on my way here and given them the address so I could tell they were close.
