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He couldn’t detect a tail from Audrey’s work to her home. Ross waited while she pulled into her garage, then parked behind her car.
He met her at the door into the living space. “Same procedure. You stay close, and I’ll clear the rooms.”
When she nodded, he opened the door and started up the steps. A tingling at the back of his neck had him reaching for his weapon. As he stepped into the kitchen, he paused. Casserole. The same scent that filled the space when Audrey cooked two nights ago tickled his nostrils. He gestured for her to stand in front of the stove, then made a pass through the living room.
He kept his weapon down but held it in front of him. At the top of the second set of stairs, he hit the light switch. Nothing out of place. No sounds. No shifting shadows. As he cleare
