The Cajun insisted on taking first watch. We stood at an impasse over who watched first. I reckoned it was a man’s thing. I didn’t argue. Who was I to burst his male pride? I went off scouting out the mansion.
Upstairs, I found the master bedroom at the end of the hall. The room didn’t lack in its exquisite décor, a stark white. Although no matter how heavy the price tag, the room felt cold and void. I stood in the center of the large bedroom peering through the darkness. I didn’t see anything that had Aidan’s stamp on it. Not even that woodsy scent I’d once loved. Instead, the room smelled of rubbing alcohol that stung my nose and eyes. Apparently, someone went to great lengths to sterilize the room for an ill person. There was nothing personal in the bedroom. No pictures of family, no c
