“Hello, anybody home?” “We’re back here,” said a muffled male voice. Ethan headed for the kitchen, his mouth watering for a cookie—or even a spoonful of cookie dough. He breezed into the kitchen and right into the arms of Aunt Gwen. “You timed that perfectly,” she said. “The first batch is still warm. Ralph actually took a Saturday morning off, if you can believe it.” Ethan grabbed two cookies off the cooling rack just as his uncle put him in a playful headlock. “How’re you doing, kid?” “Good.” “How’s Drew?” Gwen said. “Not so good.” Ralph let go of Ethan and grabbed a cookie. “Did he know the girl they found shot?” “No. But Drew tried to revive his roommate after he was shot. It’s going to take some time to get over it.”
