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apron off. “Greg’s working through dinner so I’m free.”
What awaited us wasn’t what we expected.
Chapter Nine
Stormi and I had some remaining daylight left before the sun settled on the horizon. Neither Celeste nor Denny were at the workshops, so the surroundings were quiet. Jeb’s truck was in the driveway so we knew he was home, but we decided to look around before announcing our arrival.
We walked around the buildings, trying to see if anything looked strange or out of place. I rounded one of the outbuildings and noticed something shiny on the ground. I picked it up. It was a piece of metal approximately 1-inch wide and 3-inches long, but I had no idea what it was or where it belonged. I looked up to see if it had fallen from the outbuilding. That’s when I noticed something strange.
Scratch marks were evident up high on the outbuilding. This building was at least two stories and I presumed it had a high loft in which Jeb stored his cherished items. On the side of the building was an octagon window, also high up in the loft area. I figured it provided additional light into the loft, but it was too high for someone to break into unless using an extension ladder. That might explain the scratches on the side of the building. The glass in the window also appeared broken.
As I peered up at the window, Stormi rounded the corner startling me. “What ya lookin at?”
I grabbed my chest with one hand while still holding the piece of metal with the other. “Crapolooza Stormi! You scared me.”
Stormi shrugged. “You knew I was here.”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her back from the building and pointed up. “Look at that cracked window and all the scratches around it on the siding.”
Stormi stared up at the window. “That’s odd. How would that window get cracked that far up on the building? And those scratches.”
I looked at the side of the building on our level. There weren’t any scratches, only up around the window.
“Yeah and the scratch marks are only up there too. What would cause them?”
“I don’t know.” Stormi was just as puzzled as I was.
“At first I thought a ladder, like someone put it there to look in. But the marks are all over the place, even above the window.”
“Plus it would have to be an extension ladder. That wouldn’t be an easy thing to move quickly, especially with Jeb flying out of the house when the security alarm is tripped.”
This was getting stranger all the time.
Stormi looked at my hand holding the metal piece. “What’s that?”
I handed it to her. “I have no idea. I found it here on the ground and that’s what made me look up, to see if it fell off something.”
Stormi examined the piece of metal. “Well, I suppose it could have come from anything Papaw’s got around here. Either that or the aliens left it behind.”
I knew Stormi was joking. We both looked up at the scratch marks and the cracked window. Whatever it was, something was trying to look inside that window.
All of a sudden we heard footsteps rounding the corner of the building. Stormi clamped my arm and we held our breath. Then Jeb rounded the corner. We both let out a sigh of relief.
I looked at Stormi. “What’s with your family and scaring the bejeevies out of people?”
“Hey, my heart just made a mad dash for my throat. Papaw, why didn’t you let us know you were here?”
Jeb shrugged. “I live here.” He had a point. “I saw your vehicle out front so thought you might be looking around out here.”
“Jeb, look.” I motioned for Stormi to give him the piece of metal. “Does that look familiar to you?”
Jeb studied the piece of metal. “No, can’t say it does.”
“Papaw, look up at that window.” Stormi pointed to the octagon window and the scratches. “Did you know that window was cracked and what caused those scratches up there?”
Jeb stared