Chapter 31As the garage door rose, boxes along the wall stood out of line. Joe kept containers of equipment and photography paraphernalia and favored keepsakes stored in the garage. The boxes never stood helter-skelter. He glanced at her sideways before jumping out of the vehicle. “I hope she's not rifling through my stuff.”
Abi followed. “Why would she if you've talked to her?”
“Well, you know the homeless. They'll take anything they can sell in order to eat.”
“Maybe she's trying to verify who you are?”
“I think she'd ask, not take things, and I've already stocked the kitchen back there.”
“Maybe it wasn't Margaret.”
“Well, it certainly wasn't me.” He put a knee against a carton, pushing it back into place against the wall. “You might be right though. I thought I saw that DeWitt guy
