The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

they were about to witness a surgical demolition.

“Standard pack-out or full strip?” Dave asked, though his smile suggested he already knew.

I looked at the house—at the heavy oak front door, at the gleaming exterior sconces, at the video doorbell that had cost four hundred dollars.

“Full strip,” I said clearly. “If it has an asset tag or barcode, it continue reading …