When they drove through the gateway—the open gate they’d closed before leaving—Josh let out a curse.
“Dammit, Frog was right to worry. Can you see anyone? Anything unusual?”
A sick sensation sloshed the coffee around in the pit of Ada’s stomach. She scanned her shed, which on quick scrutiny, appeared untouched.
“Stay close to me,” Josh said.
Ada slipped from behind the steering wheel, her gaze swinging left and right. As they neared her house, a loud hiss sounded from a bush. Ada started and muttered a rude word when Archie slunk from the depths of the foliage. His ruffled coat and expression screamed indignant.
“Do you see anything odd?”
Ada shook her head, irritated by this continual harassment because that’s what it was—consistent bullying and intimidation designed to send her cra
