When they were a block from her home, the hair on the back of Lizzie's neck began to stand on end.
"I have a very bad feeling about this," she murmured to Steve, and he glanced over at her with a face filled with worry.
"How bad? Like, 'call for backup' level bad?"
"Yes. Call for backup."
She pulled to the curb while Steve called the Fort Worth Police Department and asked for assistance.
"They're on the way, and they'll be coming in quiet," he assured her, and she nodded, reaching down to undo the snap that secured her service weapon in its holster.
"Gonna roll up to the corner," she explained quietly. "We should be able to see my front door from there."
She crept the car's wheels forward slowly until she could just see her house before she put the transmission in park.
Her front d
