Never had a place looked so forbidding. While all the other houses on the street glowed with friendly lights, Angela's house sat dark as a hunk of coal in its yard. The windows were black; the porches lurked in shadow; the chimneys rose against the sky like a devilish pair of horns.

“What do we do now?” Georgina asked.

“We walk around and look. And call.” Poco spoke calmly but even she felt nervous.