Chapter 7The next day, Caspian already had a buyer for the Toyota. It was a good car. Janet Thomas, Flynn’s mom, had been one of those people who never skipped a service, who came in to change her tires in the fall and spring. She knew nothing about cars, so she made sure someone else kept an eye on it.
He called Flynn to let him know, but as soon as he picked up, Flynn was cursing.
“What’s wrong?”
“There are so many things! How can there be so many things?” He blew out a breath and Caspian smiled.
“She lived there for a long time.”
“I know, but when you walk into a room, it doesn’t come across as cluttered, does it?”
Caspian pursed his lips. He’d never been inside when Janet lived there, and now there were moving boxes everywhere. It wasn’t true. Flynn had placed all the moving boxe
