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Chapter 6-2
I had mixed feelings when I saw Lisa’s SUV already parked outside her house, its A/C still dripping water onto the driveway. On the one hand, I’d have liked to have spent some time snooping around her house. On the other hand, I would not have liked to set off her alarm and possibly spend more quality time with law enforcement. With my luck, they’d have sent Lowry over on his way off shift. The front door was locked, so I used the key Lisa had given me and announced myself very loudly when I entered. (All of the guns may have been confiscated, but who knew what else lurked in the nooks and crannies of the Bargas abode.) Lisa was in the kitchen unloading bags of groceries. I peeked inside the one closest to me and pulled out a bulk bag with a number tag. “What is this?” I asked. “Quinoa,
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