Chapter 99: The Only Thing I Wanted
Josiah
Frank’s house was designed like a chalet on top of an empty two-car garage. It had probably been built as a mother-in-law apartment or something by the original homeowners. The wooden steps groaned under my weight as we climbed up to the overstory porch. I shot Chris a worried look as he climbed up behind me. I wasn’t sure the aged wood could handle our combined weight. I held up until Chris had joined me and then pounded lightly on the screen door.
We waited impatiently, and as the seconds ticked by, I heard the shift and shuffle of movement inside the apartment. I fumbled with the push-button latch and then knocked firmly on the solid inner door.
“Hey, Tim! We know you are in there! Frank sent us over. We just want to ask you a few q
