It was cleaner now than it had been in years, even the black fender on the blue chassis was shining in lowly splendor. There wasn’t a single remnant left inside to mark the thieves who’d stolen it, or the man who’d abandoned it as he was being murdered. A man from the detail shop followed John home in it, then handed over the keys and left with his ride back to the shop. John entered the house with purpose, calling her name. “Poppy! Hey Poppy!” She came out of their parents’ bedroom, her hair in a tangle with dust on her clothes. “I’m here. What’s up?” He presented the keys to her with a flourish. “You are no longer afoot, little sister. It’s clean, shiny, and full of gas.” Poppy smiled. “Thank you, Johnny.” “You’re welcome.” He swiped a finger down the bridge of her nose. “You’re also dusty.” “I’m packing their clothes to take to Goodwill. Did you talk Mr.
