Chapter 13
A loud knock at the front door woke Will. He sat up in bed and cast a bleary eye at the clock next to his bed. The alarm had been set for eight, just in case he somehow managed to actually sleep in, but it was only a little past seven now.
Who the hell would be knocking on his front door at this hour?
He pushed back the covers and got up, stopping for a moment to pull on his sweat pants. The night before, he’d been so tired that he’d collapsed in bed still wearing a T-shirt, although he’d planned to take it off before he slept. Now, though, he supposed it was a good thing he hadn’t gotten that far.
When he opened the front door, he saw Detective Phillips standing there, flanked by a pair of uniformed officers. At once, a cold thrill of fear worked its way down his spine, but
