The chirping of the crickets started the instant Kenzie cut the engine. I sat in the passenger’s seat, hesitantly staring at the old turn-of-the-century house. Something flickering on the roof caught my eye, and I focused on it. The plastic tarp shimmered in the moonlight as the breeze lifted the corners.

“How long has that been there?” I asked, pointing to the hole in the roof. Kenzie shrugged and leaned down to get a better view of the roof.

“Last week,” she answered confidently. “A tree branch fell through the roof during that big storm.”

“Why wasn’t I informed of this?” I snapped. If this happened to Titus’s family, he...