Steve paid the cab driver and got out. The fare had been huge, but it got him home. He looked around at his land. His shed torn apart, and his garage looked like a tornado had hit it. It would take forever to put it all back in order. He walked up the steps to his front door and went inside. He groaned when he saw the mess they had made. The place looked ransacked. They had destroyed his home and didn’t have the decency to put it back the way they had found it. He hated cops. They were useless swine.
Steve began the daunting task of putting his home back to a livable standard. A knock at his door drew his attention as he returned a drawer to its place in the kitchen. Steve looked over and saw Taylor through the screen door with some tinfoil covered dish. He walked over and opened the doo
