“Andrew, there’s no sign of anyone having been in that house last night, you included. The window you said you broke in through, it’s boarded up. Has been for quite some time.” Andrew pauses, absorbing this, then he shakes his head, unbelieving. “My other friends were there, they—” “Mason Lut, Jeffrey Holden, and”—Kieran glances toward his notebook—“Christopher Marson?” Andrew nods. Kieran sighs. “There’s no sign of them either.”
