“It’s cheating,” he says, drawing my attention to him as he gestures to the recliner I was just eyeing. My eyes scan the living room, finding the chair off the side that is at an angle, a remote dangling, as though he had to get help lifting out of it to slide into his wheelchair. Nothing someone would need to work in a kitchen. The cabinets on top in the kitchen have no doors, but all that’s there are decorative things. His floors are all level and seamless, not even threshold plates over the connections to rooms. I didn’t notice the ramp by the porch as suspicious, but now I realize I should have.
All the countertops are lower than standard, making it more handicap accessible. I glance toward the kitchen that is off to the right.
My profiling mind gets to work as Donny types something into his phone. “Thanks,” I say, moving by him as he backs his chair out of the way. Want to come in? The place is a mess, but it’s not as easy to clean as it used to be.” It’s a whole new line of questioning now. “Um…care if we ask you some questions?” I finally manage to get out. I hate surprises, and I rarely have to deal with them.ĭonny’s eyebrows are at his hairline, just as surprised by this turn of events as I am. The blinds are all drawn, but surely someone should have mentioned him in a wheelchair. “It sometimes takes me a minute to transfer to my chair. “Sorry,” he tells us, looking at us with confused eyes. She said he left this morning, but came back and has been inside ever since.”īefore I can knock again, the door swings open, and I look down, seeing something I really wasn’t expecting. “The neighbor said he rarely goes anywhere and never has visitors.
My eyes rake over the empty driveway, but there’s a sealed garage. “Think he’s just not home?” Donny asks as I pound on the door again. The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
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