Jason walked into the apartment like he owned it, and I cursed myself for not locking the door. He was as quiet as a ghost sweeping along the carpet. Normally, Jason’s steps were heavy, and he could be heard from a mile away, but not this time. He had taken off his shoes and walked on the carpeted floor, careful not to hit any of the floor boards that squeaked. I should have known he would have memorized them when he was here last night. I felt him in the apartment before he even very lightly knocked on the door of the bedroom. One thing about us crime kids. We go unnoticed, but notice everything.
I think he knew what would happen between me and Callen, which was why he was so damn quiet so as to not disturb us both in bed. He barely peeked inside the bedroom, intent on waking me up, but
