The rotted wood caved in and his foot disappeared into it. He yanked it back out, his shoe and jeans covered in warped splinters; the door swung open. He peered into the house, saw nothing but a cavernous void. “Why, Mike?” James said. He tugged on Mike’s shirt. “Why do we have to go inside? There’s money out here.”Mike grabbed James’s wrist, pulled his shirt from the small fingers. “I told you. We can’t spend all fuckin’ night out there diggin’ shit up,” he said. “Just think of what might be inside this place. Be a lot easier to search the house than to dig in the fuckin’ dirt.”“But I don’t wanna go in there.” His voice was whiny, almost feminine. “It won’t be long. If there’s nothin’ in there, we leave, come back tomorrow with shovels. Okay?” Mike didn’t want to go into the house any more than James did, but he sucked it up. James stuck out his lips and crossed his arms. The moonlight twinkled off the crooked wet lines running down his cheeks.
