When they pulled up to the house and swung open the front door, no delicious smells or warmth greeted them. The house wasn’t properly lit, as though no one had entered it since the sun started to dip below the horizon. Immediately, Terrell had a horrified expression. “Something’s wrong,” he whispered. From a small table in the main hallway, he pulled out a handgun and held it in front of him.
Dakota spied a light emanating from the den at the far end of the hall, and he could just barely make out the sounds of women talking. “I don’t think you’re gonna need that,” he warned, pointing at the rectangle of light. Last thing they wanted was for Terrell to accidentally shoot a family member just because they were having some sort of important meeting and hadn’t filled him in.
He lowered the w
