THIRTY
“Come on, Precious, you can walk with me.” The cat obediently jumped off the bed and followed Angie downstairs.
She checked the backdoor first, but it was already locked, which was her normal practice. The public didn’t need to access the kitchen from outside. The only other door was the one leading to the front porch, which was supposed to be locked, but she checked anyway. It was locked, so Angie turned the deadbolt. Now she was really safe. However, she wasn’t concerned because Brian had said the police were watching the building. She peeped out the front window, but didn’t see a car nearby with a person inside, so she wondered about the surveillance. A car could be parked farther south out of her view. For all she knew, someone was positioned in a boat at the harbor. She didn’
