Chapter 3: El Diablo

Her parents’ house was a brick rambler that her father, Frank, had built himself. Jason pulled into the driveway, parking next to Frank’s F-150, and in front of the two-car garage. The garage housed Frank’s tools and fishing boat along with Ruth’s Ford Taurus.

Michelle glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “We’re late. My mom’s probably already cooked dinner.”

“It’s barely two O’ clock.”

“Pop the trunk.”

They carried their luggage inside, along with whatever ...