when he saw the other men. “Hey,” he said. “The neighborhood watch. You catch any bad guys?” Lou bristled, but Ethan said, “Nope, all clear. How are you doing?” “Wishing we’d left for Florida.” “I hear you. We tried for Chicago, got turned back.” “Strange days.” Ranjeet’s eyes skipped past him to the others, then returned. “So what’s up?” “We come in?” Lou asked. Ranjeet hesitated, his hand still on the doorknob. “Yeah, sure.” He stood aside and gestured them in. A short entrance gave way to the living room, a stylishly decorated space painted a precise shade of white. Two modernist couches
