Looks Matter
Looks Matter It was another lazy afternoon in Greensbury. The air was filled with the sights and sounds of a summer coming to an end. The smell of last barbecues and burning leaves hung in the crisp air. And it was silent. Other than the distant hum of city and a few shouts of children playing somewhere, everyone had retreated to their houses and backyards. On this very typical street in this maze of identical white houses and immaculately kept lawns a black sedan made its way to...