Terry got pissed. "You need to pack your bags and get out, Keith. You have two hours."
That got Keith's attention. He paused playing his game and turned to look at Terry. "What?"
"And make sure you leave the fifteen hundred dollars you conned Dan out of behind."
"But I have a lease," Keith insisted. "You can't kick me out."
"You illegally rented a room to someone, and you gave them my room on top of that. Speaking of which, where in the hell is my stuff?"
"We put it in your parents' room."
Terry barely kept from gasping as he turned and raced for the stairs. If Keith or his buddies had touched a single thing in that room, Dan was going to need his gun to keep him from killing someone.
Terry's heart was pounding out a crescendo when he pushed open the door of the room his parents had shared until the day they died. He paused in the doorway and scanned the room. The boxes, the matching nightstands and dresser, the lamps, and bookshelf all stacked in the middle of the room explained where his stuff had gone.
Truthfully, he was kind of surprised they had taken the time to pack his stuff into boxes. He'd expected it to be just tossed into a garbage bag or something. Terry walked over to his dresser and pulled a few drawers out. His clothes were still there, so that was something. It would be easier to find some clean clothes.
The same could be said for his nightstands. Everything was still in the drawers. Terry shuddered just thinking about Keith and his buddies going through his stuff. He'd have to burn his dildo. Even knowing they probably hadn't touched it, he'd never use it again.
As he closed one of the drawers, an open lid on his mother's dresser caught his attention. Terry swallowed tightly as he walked over and looked into the wooden jewelry box that held his mother's pearls, except now it was empty.
His heart in his throat, Terry pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and searched toward the back where there were smaller jewelry boxes that held his mother’s necklaces and bracelets. Most of the jewelry was considered costume jewelry and wasn't worth much beyond sentimental value, but there were a few pieces that were worth a lot. Terry pulled all the boxes out of the drawer and flipped them open one at a time.
They were all empty.
"I'm going to kill him!" He ran out of his parents' room and down the stairs. When he reached the living room, it was empty. The video game was paused on the television, but no one was playing. He swung around and stared at Dan. "Where'd they go?"
"Keith said they had to go get some boxes."
"Bullshit." No doubt they knew the moment Terry discovered what they'd stolen from him, they'd be in trouble, so they'd run for the hills. Terry walked over to the phone and picked it up. He quickly dialed 911. "Agnes, this is Terry Iverson. I need to report a robbery."
