Chapter 19

Usually the flare-ups were short-lived.

He sighed and got out, rounded the corner, and then Dimas approached the partially reconstructed porch. The turned the doorknob, but it was locked. “Hunter!” Dimas yelled. “Come on, open the door!”

From the back of the house, Hunter shouted. “I’m back here!”

Dimas ran around the old Victorian style home, concerned with the wary tone that Hunter had when he yelled. Dimas was careful not to trip over some plywood that had been dropped on the ground by the construction crew. Hunter stood by the door that led to the kitchen. Off to one side was the split garage. “What are you doing back here?”