Eleven
After telling Beth he’d see her in a few minutes, Nick headed upstairs to his room. As soon as he crested the stairs and stepped through the doorway onto his floor, he saw them—a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs hanging from his doorknob.
“Real cute, Trey,” he muttered, digging his keys out of his pocket.
Careful to avoid touching the handcuffs—who knew where they’d been—he unlocked and opened his door and dropped his keys and bag on his desk in the living room. Then he grabbed a pen and went back to his door. He stared at the handcuffs with narrowed eyes for a few moments before using the pen to lift them off his doorknob and hold them up, unsure what to do with them. His first thought was to throw them in the garbage, but if there was a possibility that he could prove Trey had left
