Chapter Sixty Five:
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THE SUN WAS LOW when she finally drove back to her parents’ little house near the water. All the lights were on and for a second she thought her father was home.
Slowly, she walked to the front door. Maybe her aunt had come back?
Glass crunched beneath Angela’s shoes. The door’s small window had been shattered.
Her heart hammering in her chest, she pulled out her cell phone, dialed 911, then backed away to her car and locked the doors until the police arrived. Room by room they searched the small house. Drawers were open. Contents scattered on the floor. Cabinets were all swept clean, the floor a mess of broken dishes.
The search revealed nothing had been taken, not even the cash hidden in the bathroom cabinet or her laptop.
The police told her it was likely j
