“Where are you staying until the lease starts on October fifteenth?” I asked.

“On a folding cot in the warehouse break room,” Ethan said.

“The shift manager said I can keep my bag in the locker room until my first paycheck clears.”

I looked down the long carpeted hallway toward the elevators.

“Where are Noah and I supposed to sleep after we leave Elm Street for good?” I asked.

“My father offered his temporary officers’ quarters on base,” I answered my own question before he could speak.

“It’s forty minutes away, but it has two rooms and a full kitchen.”