Chapter Eleven
Absolutely nothing.
And no one.
In fact, the dust that covered the packages on the front porch suggested Cam hadn’t checked in at the old homestead for quite some time.
“Are you sure you’ve got the right address?” Leah asked, her tone as frustrated as it was accusatory.
Decker glared at her, then picked up one of the larger packages and shoved it in her face so that she could read the label. “You tell me.”
Leah peered at it and nodded but offered no apology.
“Don’t see his truck or Blaze’s car anywhere on the street, either,” Decker said as she scanned the street.
“Do you find this odd?” I asked her, thumbing at the vacant house and overflowing mailbox.
Decker shrugged. “Not really. Cam could be staying at his girlfriend’s place.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s a possibilit
