Grandpa and Travis got in the car, and Travis drove. The car was quiet, being electric. He turned right from the driveway onto Windhurst and headed toward Rosa Road. They looked left and right. No signs of anyone alive at any of the places they passed, but some homes weren’t visible from the road. He’d have to explore another time.
Travis turned around and went down Windhurst Lane past Grandpa’s place. At the driveway for the next place, the Porter place, there was smoke coming from down the driveway.
Travis stopped. “Let’s check it out.”
“No. Forget them. I don’t care.”
“If there’s a fire, we need to know before it spreads to your place. If someone is living there, we should know.” Travis ignored Grandpa and drove cautiously to see a man and woman, backs to them, watching a controlled
