By the time one of the crew swung by to pick them up, the parking lot at the job site was swarming with people. Three Sheriff’s Department cruisers were angled in front of the door, and yellow crime scene tape had been stretched across it, the ends fluttering in the breeze. As they drove up, Brax scanned the exterior, looking for damage. But the framing for the roof and porch appeared to be unchanged, and the siding they’d put up yesterday was still intact. A sick feeling set up in his gut. What were they going to find inside?
Various members of the crew milled about the gravel lot, expressions divided between grave and pissed. Several lifted their hands in greeting, but nobody rushed over, seeming to sense that now wasn’t the time for delays.
Luca stepped out of the building, ducking un
