He always saw to his own needs above all else. So if he was here and helping, it had to be a part of a bigger plan.
There were frogs and pieces of frog everywhere.
Underneath it all there was a kind of order to the chaos, but it was equally clear that my quarry was not in.
Not in, as in, not here.
His place was a mess with leftover food littered amongst dinner plates I recognized from two weeks before.
We searched around in a cursory way, but we also were very much aware of our own vulnerability. If found, we’d clearly be subject to any consequences of our actions, including a probably break and enter. And since we literally had broken and had entered that wasn’t going to be productive.
Another frog hopped out from beneath a dish. They were being extra distracting tonight.
The wrinkled apple on the kitchen floor, however, made it pretty clear that no one was in the habit of using this place.