No matter who approaches, they can spot them first from the window.
Moreover, there are tall streetlight poles by the roadside, so even at night, the surroundings are clearly illuminated.
They can see outside, but people outside can't see inside.
Perfect.
Lawrence Winters curled his lips, his seemingly delicate and boneless hands clasped together and flexed, loosening his muscles and bones.
A somewhat scruffy-looking man squatting in the distant field should be Edward Foster's man, right...
Lawrence nonchalantly avoided looking and walked straight toward the dusty flat-roofed little brick house.
In front of the little brick house was a makeshift half-human-high straw fence and a wooden door with a hole in it.
The door wasn't locked, merely ajar, with a common rural mutt standing on the other side, panting and looking up at her, gradually baring its mouthful of jagged sharp canine teeth.
