“The hardware store is going to love us,” Snap said as he looked at the list they’d made. “And we’re barely touching the surface of what needs doing.”
“Don’t forget rubber gloves and aprons,” Josie pointed out.
“Aprons? We’re cleaning, not cooking,” Snap told her.
“To cover our clothes. Jeez. Don’t you know anything?” She grinned, dodging away when he playfully tried to swat her.
With the list finally complete, they piled into the car. An hour later they were back, parking in the small lot behind the townhomes.
“We have some interested spectators,” Terry said quietly to Rudy, nodding toward a pair of men watching them from the alley.
“Neighbors probably, wondering what we’re doing,” Rudy replied.
“Let’s hope that’s all it is,” Snap said, joining the conversation. “This might be a decent enough neighborhood, but we’re not that far from Colfax and the dealers and punks who hang out there looking to buy or sell.”