The drive over had been filled with tense silence. His thoughts had been consumed with the failed conversation over Wendy’s dinner as well as his frustration towards Libby and the Darians. He understood that Wayne and Shawnee couldn’t move away, that they had to deal with the problems of this house, but that didn’t mean they had to stay there and keep getting attacked. They could try to sleep in a hotel, at least.Max chided himself. Angry thinking wouldn’t help the situation. Besides, he had been the one to tell Wayne that they couldn’t run from this.Stepping into the living room, Max’s thoughts only strengthened — the Darians should try to run away. The place looked ransacked. Every piece of furniture had been upended. Several pillows lay in shredded bundles. Their stuffing covered the torn carpet like snow. Shattered picture frames and a broken lamp littered one corner of the room. A jagged crack marred the flatscreen. Parts of the sensitive and expensive filming equipment breached the far wall like a sculpture intruding upon the room.“Carl’s going to be pissed when he sees that,”
