I didn’t hear any voices. No friendly banter or shit-talk. Not even footsteps or movement. Carefully, I dragged the garden bench over to the fence and climbed up to stand on it. I was barely tall enough to see over into the empty yard. Something was definitely on the grill, the savory scent wafting up in the smoke, but the lid was closed. Well shit. Now what? “The fuck are you doing?” I jolted at the barked question and lost my footing. Had I been on a chair, I’d likely have toppled backward. Since I was on the sturdy bench, I simply stepped off and landed on my feet. “Christ, Mac!” Before I
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