Bryan adjusted the rabbit ears for the tenth time, and the old TV generated a vague picture that had more resemblance to ants swarming a piece of bread than the folks on a talk show. The clarity of the sound matched the picture, and he shut it off. No wonder the previous tenant had left it behind.
The elderly man in apartment three had offered his day-old
newspaper. Bryan had read what he could around the areas where Mr. Biondi had
cut out articles, cartoons, and recipes. He’d left the crossword half-done,
filling in the easy words.
Another fifteen minutes, and he’d make another attempt at checking out what lawn and garden supplies Mrs. C. had in the garage. Should be long enough for Jace to clear out of the back entryway.