Chapter Twenty-Two
We made short work of inserting everything back into Martin’s backpack but as we hustled out the door, I tucked the photo in my back pocket.
We ran all the way to the house, listening for sirens, watching for firetrucks and when we got within eyesight, stopped dead in our tracks.
There was nothing.
No sirens.
No firetrucks.
No smoke.
No Ramirez.
I started to call and tell him it was a prank and to go back to whatever he had previously been doing when Leah tugged at my arm and pointed.
The front door was wide open.
We sprinted the rest of the way, stopping short as we peered through the doorway.
Leah crinkled her nose as a waft of smoke emerged. “Something’s burnt.”
“Crap, the coffeemaker?” I asked but then remembered it was on a timer and had turned off long
