“You didn’t kick her. That’s what the last asshole living here did once. I bought some meth from a few trailers over, hid it in the kitchen when he’d left the door open. Called the sheriff on him.” Ezekiel spoke over his shoulder as he made his way back to his trailer. “The law isn’t the most reliable in this town, but Sheriff Henderson took him away. Haven’t seen the guy since.” Then, just as he got out of Quinn’s view, he called, “Good night!”
Quinn had a feeling buying fancy cat food was in his near future. Right after lunch at the diner. He hadn’t expected any of this shit, and on the other hand, it was Spruce Creek. He let Shadow in and closed the door behind them, wondering if, just for now, canned tuna would do. 4
“You cooked?” Uncle Will asked suspiciously the next day when he turned up to find Aaron reheating leftover mac and cheese.