The Major’s home was in a nice neighbourhood; the buildings were clean and free of graffiti. McCall and Thompson walked up to a door that displayed a large wooden plaque on the wall. The plaque was a cut from a medium-sized tree and displayed the rings of its life through the lacquer. The inscription was simple The Mayors. McCall stopped and touched the plaque with her gloved hand and smiled, thinking how much this reminded her of her home before her dad’s murder.
The Mayors“You ok?” Asked Jenny, somewhat puzzled by the display, McCall looked over to Jenny Thompson, the smile disappearing.
“Yes, fine, ok let’s do this.” McCall reached out and pressed the polished brass doorbell. The familiar ding-dong chime resounded through the house. They waited for a moment, listening for any signs th
