Micah's taxi rolled to a slow stop in front of the McKay residence just as the late afternoon sunlight began to mellow into a softer gold. The neighbourhood was quiet and spacious, lined with tall trees whose branches were already heavy with fresh spring leaves. A gentle breeze moved through them, carrying the faint scent of earth and blossoms.
The McKay house itself stood solid and respectable among the other homes on the street. It was a large two-story house with pale stone walls and wide windows that reflected the sky. The front yard was neatly kept, though the flowerbeds looked slightly neglected, as if their owner had not paid much attention to them lately.
Micah had barely arrived when his phone began vibrating in his pocket. He didn't need to check the caller ID to guess who it was. A long sigh escaped him.
He answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear as he got out of the taxi. "Yes?"
