Chapter 18When Josh entered the dimly lit house, it was furnished with nothing but air, hotter than the heatwave outside. Nearly a hundred degrees at midnight, the room closed in on him.
“What made you want to stop looking?” Steve asked.
He ignored the question. “Why is it so hot in here?”
Steve pointed to a cracked window. “The owner doesn’t want the air turned on. You don’t want a house?”
“I read it’s risky to sink all your assets in one investment. I might be better off with something diversified, like a mutual fund or real estate investment trust.”
“Okay, time for a swim.”
Steve stood too close and stared at him. Josh’s eyes shifted to a sliding glass door, which lead to the patio. A blue light reflected on the backyard wall, and a lighting fixture in the pool illuminated the wat
