CHAPTER TENTY
Molly Green was having a rough night. She puffed a lock of blond hair out of her face, wiped her brow, and pretended to roll up her sleeves.
“Luke and Gidget!” she cried. “I’ve had just about enough of this!”
The house where she worked as a part-time nanny appeared large and empty. She stood in the oversized living room on the first floor and searched behind couches. Face against the sliding glass doors that led to the back porch, she cupped her eyes from the interior light and thought: They better not be out there.
No one was in the kitchen, closets, or downstairs bathroom.
A small side guest room was equally vacant.
“I’m serious,” she called, “it’s way past your bedtime.”
She stomped up the stairs in high heels, a black leather skirt, and the skimpy tank top she plan
