Kate parked in front of the Thurmond home half an hour later. She’d learned through updated reports that the husband was still at the precinct, cleared of his charges but unwilling to return home. And who could blame him, really? As Kate and DeMarco approached the house, it had the feel of a haunted house. It was quiet, eerie, its windows like eyes leering at anyone who passed by. Before entering the house, though, Kate and DeMarco made a circuit around the outside perimeter. It was, Kate assumed, the very same way the killer had seen it before knocking on the door.
