"Stay here."
Sarah drew her service weapon. The motion was fluid, practiced. In a split second, the wife who was hugging him vanished, replaced by the Detective.
Noah stood by the dining table, his hands raised slightly. He watched her move toward the hallway.
His heart hammered against his bruised ribs. He knew exactly what the motion sensor had picked up. It wasn't an intruder. It was him.
He had scrambled through the window twenty minutes ago, stripped off his gear, and started the lasagna. Jinx was supposed to scrub the digital logs.
She missed the sensor, Noah realized. She scrubbed the video feed, but the raw data trigger remained.
"Sarah," Noah whispered, trying to sound scared instead of guilty. "It's probably just a glitch. That app is free, right?"
"Sensors don't glitch,"
