Chapter 29

Evan let out his breath in a rush as he scrambled for a weapon. He quickly dug through the hall closet and pulled out a baseball bat. Now armed—and angry—he searched the rest of the apartment. At the first sight of his bedroom, he faltered. The destruction here was way worse. The bed was literally torn to shreds. The mattress and the box spring had been systematically destroyed. The bedframe was twisted and bent. It looked like someone had taken a sledge hammer to it. There was nothing left to salvage.

Suddenly it was all too much. He slid down the wall and let the bat slip from his fingers. Cradling his head in his hands and fighting the tears prickling his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture of hopelessness. He was reminded of Danny. A quiet source of strength and support. He calmed his breathing, pulled out his cell phone and called the police.