Upon looking around, he discovered that Quentin Parker's house was in an excellent location, not only high up on a small hill but also affording a panoramic view of the whole neighborhood.
Mrs. Fang's house and Miss Tang's house were positioned east and west, forming an equilateral triangle with Quentin Parker's house.
They flew over from the Eastern Region in the morning, arriving in California with a five-hour time difference; it was now already past five in the afternoon.
The sun, still radiant and hot, cast a light with the warmth of evening.
The neighborhood was lush and green, with a towering primordial forest behind them, making one feel as if they were in a dreamy woodland where all pursuits faded away, leaving only the desire to sit and watch the sunrise and sunset in endless tranquility.
Of course, that was impossible.
Places with people inevitably have conflicts, and places with animals are even more a scene of bloodshed.
