DEATH WALKS AMONG THEM
The smell of freshly cut grass, one of Mike's favorite scents, wafted in through the window, accompanied by the whirring of a lawnmower outside. With it came the summer heat, which made him almost regret not heeding his wife's pleas for an air conditioner by telling her it would be too expensive. After all, with the advance he'd been promised for the sale of his first novel, they should be able to afford it now. Maybe he'd talk to her about it later. But for now, Mike watched, transfixed on the older man who was pushing the machine up and down the lawn.
“Hey, honey!” he shouted, not bothering to turn away from the window. “You gotta come see this!”
Julie poked her head in from the kitchen, a look of annoyance telling her husband he had interrupted her.
“What is i
