Chapter 10

“So you mean the top floor could have fallen through?” Christopher sounded aghast. “But it’s a stone house. Stone is sturdy, right?”

“Uh, yeah, up to a point. I can’t tell you why it hasn’t collapsed yet.” Abe took out his phone, dialed, and walked away, talking in a low, serious voice.

“Do you have somewhere else you can stay?” I asked Christopher, putting a hand on his arm

“What? No. This is our home. This is where we live.”

“Not tonight, it isn’t.”

I took out my phone and called Zeke at the Bandy Hotel. Christopher looked so shell-shocked I figured I could at least get him a room. But not only was the Bandy filled, when I called the motel off of the highway, it was too. So much for my help. Too many fly fishermen in town had packed all the area accommodations.

Then I remembered my spare room. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t about to collapse either.

“Tell you what. You’re coming home with me, both of you.”

Christopher turned and stared at me.