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Something was wrong.

As they pulled up to Cary’s house, all the lights were on and the garage was up, the door into the basement wide open. Cary frowned at the square-body truck in the driveway, but then his eyes slid across the street.

“Isn’t that Nick’s car?” Cary asked, pointing at the Sunfire.

John swallowed. “Yeah… Cary, I think it is…”

Cary was out in flash, running towards the open door in the garage.