I drove home at two in the morning, my heart pounding in my chest. The streets of Bell Harbor were empty, the houses dark, the ocean a distant murmur beyond the cliffs. I parked in my driveway and sat in the car for a long moment, listening to the engine tick as it cooled.
Someone had been in my house. Someone had touched my things.
I got out of the car and walked to the front door. It was locked, the same way I had left it. I unlocked it and stepped inside. The living room was dark, the kitchen clean, the bedroom undisturbed. But I knew better now. I knew how to look for things that weren't there.
I started in the bedroom. I opened every drawer, checked every shelf, looked under the bed and behind the dresser. Nothing. I moved to the bathroom. Nothing. I moved to the kitchen, the livin
