Wyatt Behr didn't put much stock in ominous signs.
Despite that, when his phone rang and it was the customer whose light he was going to rewire later that day, he was pretty sure hearing from the man calling him wasn't a good thing. “Wyatt Behr."
“Uh, Mr. Behr."
The man's nervous voice didn't help Wyatt's sense of foreboding. He wanted this job because of his plans to open his own electrical business. He figured that was a sure thing since there were no other electricians that he knew of in this town. Since the last electrician had retired and moved to Florida Wyatt would have the monopoly on the business.
He took his phone outside of the house that he and his brothers of The Three Behrs Construction Company were building. His brother Sebastian was about to turn on power tools and Wy
