I didn’t hear from Marty for almost two weeks. She was never home or at least wasn’t answering her phone. So I went over to her house to check on her. I arrived at Marty’s house at the same time as Sean.
“Hey, Sean, what’s up?”
“Not much,” he said. “You?”
“Just coming to see if your sister is okay. She hasn’t been answering her phone.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “I noticed that, too.”
I looked into the driveway of Marty’s place. “Well, her bike’s here,” I observed. “So she can’t be far away.”
Marty drove a Harley. An old one, but a Harley. Sean and I had both tried to persuade her to buy a bike that was more reliable, but she wouldn’t part with this one, for God knows what reason.
Sean walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.
No one answered.
He tried again. When there was still no answe
