Ash stared at the ground for a while before struggling to his feet. Porthos looked up at him and tilted his head to the side, like he was curious about something, but he didn’t move. Ash looked at him. “Something’s not right,” he murmured to the dog. And maybe he’d finally lost his mind, talking to the dog this way, but he needed to express this somehow. “Did you see the way the wall gave, just a little, when Ross leaned against it?”
Porthos padded over to the stairs.
Ash’s heart sank. He didn’t want to be right about this. There were plenty of perfectly good reasons for a wall to have a little bit of play in it, weren’t there? Maybe it simple wasn’t load bearing.
Who was Ash kidding? He’d never seen a wall that wasn’t load bearing, not once in all his years. He saw them sometimes on ho
