CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“What. The. Hell.”
Those were Corrigan’s first words as he gaped at us.
Bryce sighed, but held his arm steady.
“Seriously. Get the gun out of my face,” Corrigan snapped.
“I can’t,” Bryce merely said, firm.
“Bryce. Sheldon. Gun needs to be gone, now!”
The alarm hadn’t gone off, but the door had been opened from the inside. I opened the door and it hadn’t shut. The only door that could be opened from the inside, without the alarm going off was the front door.
I opened it and it hadn’t been shut. That was how Corrigan got in, but...the alarm should’ve gone off before I had coded it off...I had told him to go out the back. I had waited for the alarm to go off...
And yet...
“It’s not you, dude,” Bryce clipped out and I looked up to realize there was a fourth presenc
