Try as he might, Jared could no longer concentrate on his bike. He cleaned his tools and put them away, then moved his bike back to its spot inside the garage.
He strode back into the house, grabbed a beer and his laptop and sat in his favourite reclining chair. He crossed his ankle over his knee and opened the laptop, entering his password.
He opened a search engine and typed in the words "Funk family." He wasn't sure exactly what to search. Funk drowning? Funk dad goes to prison? Hell, he couldn't even remember the dad's name. He didn't remember anyone's names except for Amy. Which was weird to contemplate now. Why had he bothered to memorize the name of a teenage girl who'd barely made an impression on him?
He didn't need to worry though, just the words “Funk family" brought up a pl
