Chapter 16

I turn off the engine and open the driver’s side door only to step on a handful of green army figures when I get out of the car. I kick them away and they strike the fence like tiny shots of artillery. “Shit. Watch your step. He has this place booby-trapped.”

“Kids,” Greg groans. “Gotta love them.”

“Yeah, right?” I grin and shake my head, stepping around Tyler’s Big Wheels that he left right in the middle of the driveway. How I missed hitting it in the darkness, I don’t know.

Greg follows me up the steps to the porch. I fumble to get my key into the lock—I should’ve left the porch light on, but forgot in my haste to leave the house earlier. Inside is just as dark—the overhead foyer light is off, as is the lamp in the living room. The only glow comes from the light I left on above the stove in the kitchen. It beckons like a harbor across the darkened hall, and Greg gravitates towards it as he steps around me into the house. “This is nice,” he says.