Neighbors Thought He Was Hoarding Old Windows, Until They Saw What He Built

Telling His Wife

“I’m telling you, I heard something,” Marcus insisted to his wife in the kitchen. She looked up from the dishes, her face creased with worry now, too. “A cry? You think someone is in there with him? And that smell, and those trucks at night.” She set down a plate slowly. “Marcus, what is going on?”