Chapter TenWith the car barely at a standstill in front of Nigel's house, Trevor opened the door and stepped out. The memory of yesterday’s verbal dual with Miss Brown surfaced. He grit his teeth and cinched his trench coat. He walked to the front window and motioned for the driver to roll it down. “Wait here. I won't be long.” The officer nodded and turned off the engine.
Trevor settled his hat on his head and glanced at the barricades blocking the victim's home. A worn sign leaned against the wooden barrier, its message clear: WARNING! Looting Is Strictly Prohibited and Is Punishable by Hanging.
He approached the house to the right. Despite the morning's brilliant sunshine, there were no reflections on the dirty second-floor windows. Like many of the buildings along the street, boards
