Through the back door in his sister"s kitchen, Jack could see the wooden deck that overlooked a lawn of dead brown grass. A wooden fence was less than a stone"s throw away, rising to jagged peaks under a cloudy sky.
Lauren was kneeling on the deck with her back to the door, hunched over as she inspected something. Dressed in jean shorts, she wore her brown hair tied into a short ponytail. Well, this isn"t going to be fun.
Well, this isn"t going to be fun.Jack slid the door open.
His sister glanced over her shoulder, a frown putting wrinkles in her brow. “I didn"t expect to see you today,” she said, turning back to the potted plant she had been fussing over. “What"s up?”
“Mom and Dad are safe,” Jack informed her. “Patel has some of her best people on them twenty-four-seven.”
“That"s go
