FIFTEEN
May 27 7:09 p.m.Brian pulled into the garage and climbed out of the Roadster. The house was uncomfortably dark and quiet. There had been occasions when Amanda was working late or out for the evening, but this felt different. Maybe the permanence of it all. He knew that no one else would be coming home tonight, or ever.
He walked from the garage into the kitchen and flipped on the lights. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and continued into the living room, where a massive shadow awaited. It was him, the garage monster. He wore all black, including a hood and a black ski mask that left only his eyes exposed.
“What do you want?” Brian asked, freezing in place.
“There are certain questions that you need to answer Brian.”
“Who the f**k are you?” The man did not answer.
“You
