WE’D HEADED FARTHER into the overgrown brush to get a better view of the property’s rear after rounding it had showed only a manicured lawn.
As I paused, my gaze skimmed across a concrete shed in the far corner, the clear window exposing only garden tools within.
At a glacial thunk from the back of the house, I snapped left—just in time to see a mash of flesh against the pane and the trails of long dark hair.
The same person shot backward and vanished in a half-breath.
Brook. I darted forward.
“Holy s**t, did you see that?” Josh asked.
My strides took me halfway across the lawn, picking up speed with each additional one. By the time my feet landed on the wooden decking outside the patio doors, and my fingers folded around the frame of a cast iron patio chair, my pace had reached a ru
