I parked in front of Valencia’s stone house and checked the time on the radio clock. It was almost nine. The last job had taken much longer than planned and now I was running late, but Valencia wasn’t home tonight, so she wouldn’t notice. I’d get everything done before she returned from her weekly visit to her niece. My stomach was growling and I cursed myself for not eating the rest of that burger at my dad’s two hours before.
I grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. The porch light was off at Valencia’s. She usually left it on after dark. I climbed the four stone steps to her door and glanced up at the light. The bulb was broken. Shattered actually. These houses were old and the electrical wiring needed to be updated. Maybe a jolt of electricity had caused the
