The bedroom door flies open, crashing against the wall. With their guns drawn, the brothers dart into the sparsely furnished room. Discovering it's empty, Marcus stomps to the walk-in closet. Lewis pulls the lacy curtains away from the window and looks down. "He's not outside."
"He's not in there either." Marcus closes the closet door.
Lewis scans the room again. The furniture consisted of an oak dresser and a matching bed. Neither piece offers a place to hide. "He must've jumped." He looks around the yard again.
Marcus walks over and glances down. "I'm not sure how he managed or what shape he's in."
He grabs his phone from his pocket and dials a number. "There's been a change of plans." He stomps down the steps as he continues. "I need for you and Hidalgo to stay there in case Carl tr
