Kent Willis

Lost in a Locket

The Hunt Kaylec’s athletic body stood peering into the middle shelf of the small kitchen’s overhead cabinets. All of them were empty of anything useful, just like the last three houses that he had searched in the Southeast Boise suburbs. He was following his usual pattern of picking smaller homes in decent condition. The larger homes would have been cleaned out long ago and the smallest run down houses would have little to nothing in them to begin with, or at least that was his theory. He checked a few more cabinets before grabbing his large backpack, slinging it on his back and heading out. No sense in staying for very long. He had found a promising street and was intent on searching the houses as quickly as possible.