With a surprising amount of agility, Daisy stormed up the hill as Marco, Hunter, and Noah followed.
“How is she even standing right now?” Noah asked breathlessly behind the others.
As the first one to the main house, Daisy began pounding on the door with her fist, and she did not stop until the door flew open. Uncle Jack emerged through the doorway in nothing but a pair of tattered old cotton shorts. His chest was covered in wasps of curly silver hair, and his paunch belly hung over the waistband of his shorts.
“What the hell do you want?” he barked. His steely gray eyes flashed dangerously at the sight of Daisy on his porch.
“Where is Allen’s body?” Daisy demanded. She stood firmly planted in front of him and held his gaze without any fear.
There was a visible pause in Uncle Jack
