There was no range hood.
Even if they had one, there was nowhere to vent the exhaust.
The only way to let the heat out of the room was to open the door.
But if they did that, the aroma would completely escape, attracting too much attention and stirring up resentment.
Sierra Sullivan and the others could only cook in the sweltering room, as if they were in some steamy, celestial realm.
But even with the door kept shut, it wasn't completely sealed. The aroma still wafted out through the cracks.
Those living far away might not have caught the scent.
But for those living nearby, the smell was unmistakable.
Even if others caught the scent, they might not have known which home it was wafting from.
But it was a different story for Joy Warren, who lived right next door.
For one, she lived far too close.
For another, she knew Sierra Sullivan and Jayce.
There weren't many people in this scavenger's world who had the resources to make such a delicious-smelling meal.
