“Stay here,” I commanded.
“There is someone at the door,” Alexa said.
“No s**t, Sherlock,” I said to the machine.
“No reason to use vulgarity,” Alexa said. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Alexa shut down,” Tracy instructed. Then, “Who the hell could that be at this hour?”
“I’m about to find out.”
Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out my .45.
“Jesus, where did you get that?” Tracy barked.
“I’m a private d**k,” I reminded her. “We all carry guns.”
“Be careful,” she said.
I made my way through the living room and into the vestibule. I killed the lights, and the space went dark. That’s when I noticed the red, white, and blue police cruiser flashers spilling in through the glass on the French windows.
“It’s the police, Tracy,” I announced.
I holstered my g*n, inhaled a
