CHAPTER 31
But no one did. Powell rang the doorbell a second time. Still no answer.
“Looks like nobody’s home,” Tana said.
Then Powell noticed the realtor’s lock box attached the doorknob. “Nobody’s gonna be home,” he said, nodding at the lock box.
“You’re too late,” the Asian kid called out. “The open house was last weekend. Realtor told me they got a bunch of offers.”
Powell and Tana turned and looked at the Asian kid. “Arthur Kim live here?” Powell said, glancing at his notepad.
The Asian kid nodded. “Not anymore. Died two weeks ago.”
Tana and Powell exchanged glances, then walked over to the kid.
“You mind if I ask you a couple of questions?” Powell said.
“About Arthur?” the kid said, sounding confused.
Powell nodded.
“You a friend of his or something?”
“Or something,” Powe
