Ethan's POV
Noah looked at the photos on my laptop for a long time without saying anything.
"Someone was inside the house," I said, in case he needed it said out loud.
"I heard you the first time."
"Then why do you look like you're doing math instead of panicking?"
"Because panicking doesn't tell me who did it." He pulled out his phone and dialed without sitting down, pacing a tight line in front of the window like the room had gotten too small again, though this time nothing about it looked like the training room. This was controlled. This was a man deciding what to do with his fear instead of drowning in it. "Marcus. I need you here tonight."
I didn't know who Marcus was yet. I filed the name away anyway, the way I'd started filing everything lately.
Marcus turned out to be head o
