Chapter 2
The only tremblor damage Ryan found in his house was a broken glass sculpture that had toppled off his living room coffee table onto the polished hardwood floor. Had it fallen on carpet it might have survived, but the hard floor was its undoing. He picked it up and set it aside, intending to have it repaired.
He couldn’t wait to shed his suit and tie. In his bedroom upstairs, he slipped into chinos and a long sleeve T-shirt. The rumble of his stomach reminded him he’d forgotten lunch in all the excitement.
Back in the kitchen, he pulled a frozen pizza out of the freezer and popped it into the microwave. As the smell of melting cheese and pepperoni filled the air, he poured himself a glass of Merlot, washed a Fuji apple, and set it on a plate. When the microwave dinged, he adde
