"Grenade," Casey told hm. "Joe, what the hell kind of shields do you have here? It should have come right through the window."

"Trade secret," he bit off. "Anyway, they lobbed it so it would only hit the porch. Remember what I said. Bennett doesn't want any casualties until he wrings everything out of you." He unlocked a door next to the kitchen and slid a panel open to reveal a wide closet stocked with arms and ammunition. He handed a Glock to Trey along with extra clips. "I'm hoping ...