Chapter 15
“Why are people running across my lawn?” Drew asks excitedly.
“Why is the front door standing open?” Drissa shrieks. “Drew, get us in there!”
Gena screams after her baby while Drew guns the engine and slides to stop at their back door. It is still locked and he fumbles with keys to open both the knob lock and the dead bolt. The kitchen smells ominously of gun powder but nobody is here. Racing to the living room they find Deanne posed for action with Drew’s rifle pointed toward the open door. There are three bodies on the floor and one of them is Dena.
“Dena!” Drissa calls out and is by her side in a flash.
“Sunny!” Gena hollers and dashes to her room to hopefully find her.
Drew examines the two bodies of apparently African-American men, crumpled on the floor, dead, blood e
