Chapter Six
The foundation of June’s bungalow was made of old fir posts and beams. Maggie’s stomach flip-flopped, and her hand trembled when she accepted the flashlight June handed her. She dropped to her knees and slid away the lattice board covering the opening to the crawlspace. She peeked into the pitch black but saw nothing. Her heart pounded, and for a minute, she found it hard to breathe, her imagination conjuring a preview of what else might be under the house. “s**t, don’t go there,” Maggie muttered, tapping the flashlight to her forehead. “Get those thoughts out of your head. f*****g cat.” For a woman who never swore, she was surprised at how easy it slipped out.
She shut her eyes for a second and then pulled off her coat and tossed it aside. She flicked on the flashlight and t
