Chapter 30

Evan locked the door after them. It was pointless with the patio door smashed open, but it made him feel good. Picking his way over the spilled food, he retrieved a bottle of water from the kitchen floor and sat back down. The kitchen clock read four thirty. Too early to search for plywood to board up the door. And too early to call anyone. He pushed the remains of the couch in front of the patio door and balanced a vase and some dishes on top of it. At least he’d hear if anyone else pushed their way in. Wanting some kind of locked door between him and the world, he found a spare blanket in the closet and an only slightly damaged throw pillow from the couch and slept in the bathtub.

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Three hours later the ringing of his cell phone woke him. Gingerly unwinding himself from his cramped position, he managed to get to the phone. It was Danny.

“Hi, Evan, I hope it’s not too early. I’m inviting you to breakfast.”