Tommy Pham closed his front door behind him and gently threw his keys on the end table to his right with a sigh, the type of sigh one exhales after a long day, the ones the pull all the tension held between the shoulder blades and expels it into the the air like vapor. It had been a good day for Tommy. That sigh was well-earned. He flipped the light switch to turn on the living room light. That was when he saw them.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the man in his recliner spoke first.