He stared up at the house, taking in the dark blue shutters and massive stone urns full of winter greenery, dark holly leaves and bright red berries. A heavy brass knocker on the door showed the design from the gate again. In his periphery, Cooper saw Park stand beside him, watching his expression closely. “What do you think?” “It’s pretty,” Cooper said. Park shuffled in place like he was hoping for more. “Really—” overwhelming, over-the-top, ostentatious “—nice,” he added lamely.
