Zoe heard a tap against the front door and snapped awake. Her first thought was that Penny had accidentally locked herself outside, but even as she rose, Zoe remembered her going up to her room to change while Zoe sat channel surfing and finding nothing worth watching. Sunday night television was, as a rule, lame.
Someone outside tried to turn the knob, but it only rattled. They’d locked it when they came back, had even used the door chain just to satisfy the paranoia that had been a part of life since Jodi Lewis’s disappearance.
Zoe paused halfway across the living room, suddenly scared for no reason she could pin down.
It’s just Susan, she thought. She’s came home early after all.
A metallic snick sounded, and a moment later, the doorknob turned.
Zoe moved forward again to undo the
