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Billie pulled up to one of homes, a split-level brick and wooden monster with a ginormous swimming pool in the back. The three-car garage was open but there weren’t any cars parked inside. That seemed like a good sign.
“Looks like someone cleared out the garage,” said Billie. “Pretty odd, too. I mean, there’s hardly anything left; no tools, shovels, rakes, or anything you’d normally find.”
“Maybe the homeowners were moving when the s**t hit the fan,” said Nora.
“Or maybe they were ransacked,” he replied.
We all got out of the truck and followed Billie to the front door, where he rang the doorbell. “Old habits,” he said, smiling down at me.
When nobody answered, we found that it was locked.
“That’s a good sign, nobody’s looted it yet,” said Nora after trying the inner garage door,
