Chapter 171

• She placed her mug of tea in the microwave, warming it up, then walked out my front door and sat in one of my rocking chairs out front.
• Irritated, I followed, and sat in the chair beside her. "The Morrisons?"
• "Sandy and her daughter Erica. You won't see much of her; she's working two jobs trying to keep the house over their heads. They're still fighting with the insurance company over the payment. Suicide clause won't pay under two years. He had insurance for years, but just around two years ago he changed the terms. She's been trying to sell the house, but it's underwater, and nobody's buying."