Chapter 28
Grim found the Kirkwood driveway empty, the door locked. Across the road at the Ipstien’s house, cars overflowed the driveway and into the street. Condolence calls. The windows facing him were blank, the curtains closed against the world.
No one on the streets. If he was quick, no one would notice him.
He stepped back to the porch rail, and charged forward, putting a shoulder into the door. It popped open on his first hit, and he stepped inside, closing it behind him.
“Michele?”
No answer. The kitchen and living room were wide open and empty.
“Michele, are you here? Answer me.”
No one in the hallway, or in her mom’s room at the far end of it. The door was open, he could see her bed, messed up beyond what even a violent sleep would do.
Michele’s door was locked.
