Trespassing on Joshua Kane’s property could have landed me in Officer Rexington’s care again, but maybe not for the right reasons. Surely the cop enjoyed some role playing in the bedroom with his handcuffs and uniform, degrading his position in the naughtiest action.
Unfortunately, Noah wasn’t my concern while walking down the narrow and crisp pathway. I looked at the miniature log cabin that resembled my uncle’s and saw no activity around or inside. One light shined in what I believed to be the living room window. A gold-white lantern sat on an end table next to Kane’s sofa, a place where he probably became cozy with a tumbler of whiskey and pornography on his cellphone.
Of course, I investigated the cabin by peeping inside windows, sometimes standing on the tips of my boots, peering th
