Chapter 23
We had a couple of meals with the chief and Sarah, and they and the Plotts came over to the cabin once for a cookout.
Wednesday morning, we got a call from Zeke.
“What’s up?” I said when he identified himself on the phone
“Zeb and I drove by the rental houses this morning just like you asked,” he said.
“And?”
“It looks like the bungalow on Forbes Street is vacant.”
“Are you sure?”
“It looked kind of deserted, so we stopped and looked in the windows. Zeb and I think the renters have moved out—we couldn’t see any furniture.”
“You know where we keep the spare keys to the houses, don’t you?”
“Sure.”
“Can you go over there and do an inspection before you have to go to work?”
“You bet—we’re both working three to eleven right now.”
“Take a yellow pad and make notes of any damages. Hopefully, they didn’t take the stove and refrigerator with them.”
“They didn’t. We could see that much through the backdoor.”
“Call me when you’re done.”