Chapter 32FRITZ AND EMILY met Ashley and Tony at the school. Emily handed Fritz the picture they'd found on a real estate website. Without an interior photo available, Fritz dragged Emily through the portal, up the driveway to the front door. Normally composed, Tim opened the door with his shirt collar unbuttoned, his tie pulled down three inches, and his hair looking like he'd been a Frankenstein experiment.
Without a greeting, Fritz barged by him, his phone in hand. He took a series of pictures and ran back out. The fluorescent rectangle glimmered barely hidden in the tree-lined driveway. To get in the house without strangers seeing the portal, he needed the indoor photos. “Hurry back,” said Emily. “Now, Tim, tell me what the hell is going on. I want it all.”
ASHLEY took Fritz's phone
