The door to the barn opened into a mudroom, which served as both Seth and Troy"s makeshift closets. Shoes lay strewn across the floor and jackets hung from the wall. The stench of sweaty feet and body odor, combined with cheap cologne, smelled strong and gave me incentive to hurry as I surveyed the area for potential clues. I made a mental note to return to this room to check the cabinets for evidence later.
Making my way into the living room, I heard sounds of the demolition derby coming from the large TV covering half the wall. My hand reached for my nine as I crouched and listened for any movement coming from other parts of the barn—no sounds detected. I continued with my investigation. A bright red plaid couch looked as though a bomb had gone off in its cushions. Dishes and glasses li
