Chapter 3
Saturday morning Bryce was up with his alarm. He tossed on sweats and a t-shirt, grabbed a muffin from the plastic container on the counter, and headed out the door. He wasn’t headed for work, at least not for the senior’s center. He drove downtown, reveling in the lack of traffic, and pulled up in front of an egg-shell blue two-story he’d never be able to afford. The roof was only half shingled and Bryce knew the interior was in shambles, but when they were done with it the place was going to be worth a pretty penny.
As he locked the car, his cousin came out the front door. They didn’t look much like family. Their fathers were brothers but they both took after their mothers, which meant Bryce had flowy brown hair and his cousin Karl had fluffy blonde hair. Karl was also six in
