Chapter 27
“Okay. You just sit here until I talk to the insurance guy and get their estimate. Then I’ll drive us to your place.”
“Okay.” She squirmed around as if to settle more comfortably on the torn-up booth bench.
So there we were, when a group of bullies entered with baseball bats and bad attitudes.
“Oh, lookee here, we missed some stuff.” The largest of the group of four twenty-somethings sailed through the hole where our front door had been. He was swinging his bat like it was spring training.
He was looking at the light sconces on the walls. I took out my phone and filmed him and his friends as they destroyed the lighting fixtures. He looked around as if searching for something else to trash when he spotted me and Felicity.
“Hey! Who’re you guys?” He walked up to us. The look on his face confused.