Three days later, when the roads were soup and the sky radiated fall, Jason…I mean, David called back all excited to give me his ideas. I had him meet me and Fredi at the building with Abe.
The place looked only marginally better than it had when Abe and I toured it. The rubble was gone, but now two of the high windows in the back were broken, and the back door had been roughed up like someone had tried to break in but couldn’t.
As Abe and I inspected the damage, finding the bricks that had been tossed through the windows and the cut wires for the security system and the power, Fredi and David were having a furious discussion in whispers.
Since Abe was a certified electrician, he promised to get on the wiring that day and call an inspector to okay it. He stopped to say good-bye to Fredi
