Maya's POV
I heard the car before I saw the headlights.
I was already at the top of the stairs with Aria in my arms when Marco came through the front door, gun drawn, moving fast and quiet through the dark entry hall.
"Stay there," he said without looking up.
I stayed.
He cleared the first floor in under two minutes. Kitchen, living room, the small office off the hallway. Then he came to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me. "Where's the back door?"
"Mudroom. Off the kitchen."
He went back. I heard him check it, then come out again. "It's locked. No signs of forced entry anywhere." He holstered the gun. "The front door may not have latched properly when we left. Old hardware."
"It latched," I said. "I checked it."
He looked at me. "I believe you."
Luca came through the fr
