With a nod, Ryan said, “Time to go.” Pulled out his phone and swiped through a few screens. “Grab anything you can salvage. I’ll have Bowen pull around in a few minutes.” I picked up a shirt I’d left on the bed, now caked with plaster and other debris I couldn’t identify. I didn’t even know how to clean something that’d drowned in gross ceiling water. It smelled like an old basement. Was there a special detergent for that or was it more like fifty washes with the regular stuff? Another chunk of ceiling hit the floor with a squelch and I glanced at Ryan. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Phone
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