Chapter 5
I got back home Sunday morning around nine. As I turned the corner onto the Lane, I saw, first, that my front door was open, and second, that two men I didn’t know were busy putting in new glass where there had been broken windows only hours ago.
I jumped out of the car as soon as I’d parked in the driveway, intending to ask them who they were, and why they were there. I didn’t get the chance. Brent and Tyler came out of the house to waylay me.
“Don’t bite their heads off,” Brent said. “They work for Frank. He called and got them out here.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Frank owns a home remodeling business. A good one—so I wondered how much the new windows would set me back.
“Don’t worry,” Tyler said. “All you’re paying for is the glass, according to Frank. I thi
