Desmond, Alaia, and Jasper walked across the grass in the dark perfectly able to see. “No close neighbors,” Jasper said noting how the large white house stood off from in the back away from everyone else.
The long drive led up to the nice house with a tire swing in the front yard. It screamed family home, but with the yellow tape in front of the door, all three could see the damage done to that image.
Going around back, Jasper broke in the back door and all three put on gloves as they started through the house.
It looked ransacked, and since no one else was left to care, it was still a mess. Blood covered the once white walls, the family photos once hung now destroyed. Stepping on broken glass, Alaia asked, “And what are we looking for?”
Jasper stared at the broken home, “Anything
