Chapter 6

Leo peered in. Against the kitchen wall, on the cheap laminate flooring of the living room, sat a pile of smashed glass beside a propped broom. An overturned yucca tree lay sprawled over an area rug in the middle of the space, trailing soil like blood from a wound. He leaned to the right to see around the door better, but got blocked by Gordy’s return.

“Okay, phone,” Gordy said, holding it up. “Give me your number.”