21Only one light was on in the whole house. A broken lamp with a dim light bulb that kept shorting out. The mood was weird and surreal. The house was cluttered with furniture stacked on top of each other, and pans and dishes hanging on the walls next to framed pictures with people's faces blacked out.
Betty let Shep enter the house first. She came behind him and Scratch brought up the rear. A large black roach crawled across Betty's shoe. She jumped, muffling a scream with her hand.
“Mrs Sommers?” Shep called out. No answer.
“Wait,” Scratch whispered. He tapped Shep on the shoulder. “Saundra Sommers, the silent movie star?”
“Yeah,” Shep said. “You didn't know she lived here?”
“No, I didn't.”
“Been here for almost 15 years,” Shep said. “Crazy as a bedbug. As you can see.”
“How does a
