The Dante house was a white breadbox in a row of breadboxes. The only redeeming factor was a porch that ran the length of the house.
Once upon a time, the porch was probably a great place to hang out with friends and family on a warm summer night. Now, it was a dumping ground for kids' bikes and toys. To the opposite end of the storage area, it looked like someone had dumped a grill on the porch, and a hole had burned through the timber. The grill filled the hole in the porch with the charcoal still sitting in it at an angle.
Min and Jake refused to let me take the lead, but when the sister, Edy was her name, refused to let them in, Stiff and Sampson walked me to the door. Roscoe headed around back in case Paz tried to run.
I forced myself to smile. "Hi, I'm Tee. I called earlier about Paz. A little birdie told me Paz is here. I really would like to see him."
"I told you and your thugs here that I haven't seen Paz in weeks."