Bad news bit number one: she’d gotten two-hundred bucks for it, which wouldn’t get her far in southern California. Bad news bit two: she’d asked the shop owner about the handguns he kept in a case by the register. All of them were out of her price range. News bit number three: the woman’s name was Lindsey, supposedly, and the shop owner described her as a brunette.After confirming through a photo that “Lindsey” was actually Lily with a bad dye job, Krista had asked the shop owner if he’d seen a vehicle. No news there, good or bad. She’d waltzed in off the street and he hadn’t noticed a car.Krista decided to try Lily’s house again. She parked in the same driveway as before and walked past the house with the dog, but it was quiet tonight. She let herself into Lily’s backyard and made a beeline for the door.It wasn’t locked.She pulled out her flashlight as she stepped into the kitchen. The air smelled sour.Crunch.She aimed the light down. Froot Loops.The floor was blanketed with food and trash and broken dishes.
