Even though it had been just a few days, it seemed like a month since Dmitry had set foot in Brentano Hall.
Bunin whimpered as he locked him in the Escalade, and he could still hear the dog crying as he and Vanya sneaked into the building through the back door using his master key.
Except for a faint glow floating into the hallway from the front porch light, the place was dark. Dmitry glanced around for signs of life in the dead house. Loneliness emanated from the antique wood, and he sensed no one was there. A house sounded, smelled, and felt different when someone, or something, was living in it.
Dmitry led his cousin up the stairs. This was going to be a delicate operation. Since the professor must have had the lock on his door changed the night before he died, Dmitry needed Vanya to
