Chapter 3

A couple of weeks later, one evening, Leo came back from the store with a grocery bag that held a lot more alcohol than groceries, and he saw a shoebox on the threshold of his house. He swayed a little from what he’d already had to drink that night.

He set the bag down on the porch beside him and bent toward the box, listening. Something moved inside.

Leo jerked back and scanned the area, trying to make out in the dark who’d decided to mess with him, and why they’d left this box.

The street was empty. Dusk lay over the scattered leaves like a dirty bluish film. Somewhere in the distance a car went by.

Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.