Oriyanna was leaning forward, trying to understand what she was seeing. “Oh, no,” she gasped as Adam reversed into a space just down from the road closure. “That can't be possible.”
“What?” he asked, leaving the car's nose poking precariously out into the street as he looked to see what she was staring at. The ground floor window glass was gone, leaving gaping holes that revealed the foreboding dark interior. In the top two windows, which Adam guessed would be bedrooms, one had a pane of glass semi-intact, although it had been punctured by what he knew, from Oriyanna's account, was automatic gunfire. The glass had somehow held, but was spider-webbed and stained smoky brown from the fumes and flames. More police cordon tape ran the length of the front wall and closed off the driveway, just
