Chapter 49When Abi and Joe arrived home from the hospital, they walked into a house that had been ransacked. Glass panes in one of the patio doors had been shattered. The nearest neighbors were not close enough to have seen or heard anything, if they were home at all.
All the cameras Joe left lying around were missing. They could not see them lying under overturned furniture, broken lamps and vases and scattered books. Joe's angry stare was tinged with a look of resolve.
Abi gasped and pointed. “Look!” Standing on the piano stool and leaning against the ivories was a tall white cross, with the letters “KKK” inked across it. The message was chilling. They clung together.
Finally, Joe walked over to inspect it “This is not KKK. It's not their way.”
“Dreggers? I'd heard the Dregs burn cro
