“Let’s go out back,” Trenton said as he grabbed his own bottle of beer and moved toward the den’s door.

Damien didn’t hesitate. He followed behind his cousin, and then realized he hadn’t asked one single question of any of the Andersons. How was he supposed to get information if he wasn’t even thinking about interrogation? The only person he seemed to want to interrogate was Sierra. He vowed to himself he’d just make sure she was really there, then he’d focus on his “family.”

As they neared the back of the house, delicious aroma’s started drifting through the room, reminding Damien he hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours. He’d been...