Chapter 25
The door that led from the garage to the house was also locked. Vic hadn’t expected that. Six rectangular windows sat in the top half of the door, through which he could see an empty kitchen as still and silent as the hallway beyond. Copper pots hung above an island countertop, and a small bistro-style table took up one corner, hemmed in by four tall, high-back wooden chairs. The sink was stainless steel and devoid of dishes, though a washcloth hung over the spigot as if to dry. On the refrigerator were a myriad of sticky notes, and more were tacked to a corkboard by the doorway that led to the rest of the house. Any one of those notes might contain a number or an address, a clue to where he would find Matt. Seizing an old dirty rag from a nearby workbench, Vic told Officer Jon
