The Break-in
“He’d run his hand across the top of the medicine cabinet. He’d searched inside the medicine cabinet. He’d checked the floor under the medicine cabinet. There was no ring anywhere. It was supposed to be lying on top. That’s where Lisa had always kept it.
She wouldn’t believe him. She’d think he didn’t look in the right place. Or that he knocked the ring into the drain. Maybe down between the wall and the cabinet.
But he’d checked everywhere. The cupboard under the sink, the floor, behind the toi...let. The bathroom was tiny. There was nowhere else to search. The ring was gone.
He leaned over the sink to drink from the tap. Just as he stood up again, water dripping from his chin, the door burst open. A revolver stared him in the face.
“What the—?” Marcus couldn’t take his eyes off the gun. It wobbled and shook in the hands of a pre-teen boy. “What are you doing?”
The kid—dressed in a huge cop’s shirt and a holster—stood about a head shorter than Marcus. In spite of his height, he still had the round, freckled cheeks of a child much younger.MoreLess
She wouldn’t believe him. She’d think he didn’t look in the right place. Or that he knocked the ring into the drain. Maybe down between the wall and the cabinet.
But he’d checked everywhere. The cupboard under the sink, the floor, behind the toi...let. The bathroom was tiny. There was nowhere else to search. The ring was gone.
He leaned over the sink to drink from the tap. Just as he stood up again, water dripping from his chin, the door burst open. A revolver stared him in the face.
“What the—?” Marcus couldn’t take his eyes off the gun. It wobbled and shook in the hands of a pre-teen boy. “What are you doing?”
The kid—dressed in a huge cop’s shirt and a holster—stood about a head shorter than Marcus. In spite of his height, he still had the round, freckled cheeks of a child much younger.MoreLess
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