Chapter 3
“Someone bought the old Forsberg house,” Steve Cooke said, after giving his husband a welcome home kiss.
“About time. Have you seen them?” Gary Drake-Cooke asked.
“Nope, but I did see a moving van leaving when I got home tonight.”
Gary left the kitchen, walking into the living room to the front window, pulling back the curtain just enough to peer out. “Can’t see a damn thing. I can’t even tell if the lights are on.”
Steve laughed, going to the kitchen door to say, “I’m supposed to be the nosy one, not you. I doubt you’ll ever be able to see anything other than them coming and going, as high as the fence is.”
“Them as in a family?” Gary asked, rejoining his husband.
“Got me. I told you, all I saw was the van leaving and it belonged to a moving company.”
“I swear. What kind
