Matt stood behind Officer Jones, who held open the passenger door of Matt’s car and shone a flashlight into the dark depths. “Stereo’s gone,” she confirmed, pushing off her cap to run a hand through her long blonde hair. She smoothed back her bangs and tugged the cap back into place. “They trashed it pretty good. Anything else you notice missing?”
The visor above the passenger seat hung from one wobbly screw. “My CDs,” Matt told her as he peered into the car, careful not to disturb anything. “I had about twenty up there. Um…my Oakley’s, maybe. I might have taken them inside but I don’t think so…”
When he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glass crunched beneath the sneakers he’d thrown on upstairs. The thought of cleaning up this mess, at this hour, exhausted him. Then there
