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J.J. pulled up next to the realtor’s car and turned off the engine. He thought the wrap-around porch could use some work, but the new green metal roof would last the lifetime of the house. There was a three-car detached garage behind and to the side of the house. When he looked up through the windshield, he counted two gables and guessed the other two bedrooms faced the rear of the property. The pots along the veranda were void of color. The house had been vacant for a year. Since the owners had passed away, their kids, who lived in New Jersey and didn’t want the hassle of dealing with renters on the other side of the country, decided to sell the property.
Shifting his attention to Sissy, he watched as she flipped up the visor, then put on large sunglasses. He knew she used heavy make
