The trip to Rod’s house had been a silent procession. As Nic rounded the corner, she spotted a news truck on the street and the neighbors all hanging out in their front yards. Rod lived in family housing at CSUMB. He and Melody were both getting their degrees, and the school offered family housing to those students. Pulling in behind a car in the drive, Nic killed the engine and sat, staring at the reporter on the stoop who was knocking on the door.
“f*****g vultures,” Nic whispered.
“I recognize that woman. She’s from that independent conservative station. And that one…” Claire pointed to a man standing down below, staring at his phone. “That’s Hank Spelling, reporter for the Monterey Tribune.” Nic followed Claire’s gaze.
Someone walking up the drive caught Nic’s attention. “Oh, great.
