“Just like always.” Marcus wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, infusing her with love and his usual brand of honesty. He never said anything he didn’t mean. He kissed the top of her head and took the bottle of bleach from her fingers. “You’ve got a septic tank. You can’t use this stuff.”
He sent Hana to wipe down the kitchen cupboards with something less toxic to septic tank bacteria. Then he sought Bodie. The solid door at the bottom of the stairs led into the garage and he saw Bodie’s car backed up to the entrance. Bird song piped in through the open doors. The sturdy concrete walls looked back at him with a blank expression, the vast space empty. At the sound of scuffling feet, Marcus located a half door leading under the house and followed the noise.
He pushed it with car
