The men whispered outside the door, multiple keys jingling, while another walked a short distance down the corridor before returning.
“The coast is clear. Will she be home?” the man asked.
“Yeah, but she sleeps like a coma patient. Don’t worry. Get in, find whatever proves she did it for the money, and get out. Got it? Quick, fast. We only hurt her if we have to.”
The others hummed in agreement as one of them began quietly putting a key in the lock and twisting it a couple of times to unlock the door.
Before the door could even swing fully open, Adrian reacted. A single step forward, and his fist cracked across the first man's face.
Renee gasped as the man stumbled back, and the hallway light caught his features.
Matthew.
“What the actual f**k do you think you’re doing, Matthew?” sh
