Chapter 15
Lumbergh repeatedly beat the locked door with a clenched fist, cursing under his breath as he impatiently waited. He twisted a glance back over his shoulder, taking a second look at the gray Ford Contour parked out front. He eyed its tires.
The pattern of the tread outside Sean’s place wasn’t legible due to some melting that morning, so Lumbergh couldn’t say with certainty if they had come from the Contour. They sure looked the right size, though.
A sneer plagued his face. He could barely keep the anger stewing deep within him from pouring out and erupting into barbaric demands for the man inside to present himself. He finally heard movement from inside the home, and when the door slowly opened with a timid creak, Lumbergh pushed himself inside.
“What the hell?” squawked a w
