FIFTY-ONE
Jean expected a lot worse than the house Audra identified as her parents' one. Sure, the garden was mostly dead weeds, but so was the rest of the street. The beaten-up car in the front yard made him wince, though.
"Was that the car your brother crashed?" Jean asked.
"One of them," Audra answered through gritted teeth. "The first one he left at the crash site. That one used to be mine. He borrowed it without my permission while I was working in Broome and did that to it."
Jean swore. "What did your parents do?"
Audra swallowed. "Nothing. It's Leon."
What kind of parents let a boy wreck his sister's car without some sort of punishment? Jean fumed. She was a graduate, barely out of college, with probably a huge debt to pay off and not exactly a high-paying job to do it on. I
