Rain must have noticed it too. “Frank, close the door.” It took me three seconds too many to register that sentence. It took me three seconds too many to look between my lifelong friends and realize what I was seeing. Because in those three seconds, Frank punched the garage door opener clipped to the Jeep’s driver-side visor. And Rain lifted the mallet. It took me three seconds too many to shed my personal bias and grasp that these people—neighbors, friends—were not as they seemed. Three seconds too many. Before the lights went out.
WTF? IT WASNT JUST FRANK, BUT HIS WIFE TOO? shits crazy
