67. Otis
Chapter 67
Otis
I stopped at the console table next to the front door and removed the gun Jace had taped to the bottom. There were more guns in the house — not that Daisy knew that — but this one was handy, and handy was in order when someone was banging on your front door like a maniac while a storm practically blew the roof off.
The peephole wasn’t much help. The porch lights were out along with all the other lights in the house, and I made a silent vow to get a generator installed — I’d pay for it myself if I had to — as soon as the storm passed so Daisy would never be in this position again.
Finally I gave up and opened the door, gun in hand.
A girl fell over the threshold into the house. She was soaking wet and sobbing, her words unintelligible as she clung to me.
It wasn’t until she looked up at me that I realized it was Daisy’s sister.