I hadn’t even realized I was holding it. Keeping one step ahead of Barry could make a guy dizzy. Painting is not something you can leave midway through, so I finished the first coat on the cabinets and cleaned up. It was peaceful without Barry. Afterward I explored the house. If Barry came back and asked what I was doing, I’d tell him I was figuring out our next job. But I was really looking for clues. Upstairs, the master bedroom was over the kitchen. In these old houses, that was the warmest place. The sheets looked like they hadn’t been washed in a year and the place stank of old socks and piss. Pete’s underwear and clothes were all over the floor. Connie’s drawers hung open. Underneath the jumbled clothes I found a stash of empty Valium bottles. On her dresser, a small velvet jewelry box lay open. Empty. In the back under the eaves were two more bedrooms. They’d be cold as an arctic cave in winter. One had a mattress and electric heater on the floor, and a few clothes piled on a homemade bookshelf under the window.
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