Adam shot up, feeling the presence of someone in the house. He shook Philip’s shoulder, putting a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking.
Philip struggled for a second before he realized is was Adam gagging him and then nodded, mouthing, ‘What?’ when Adam removed his hand.
Adam tapped his ear and looked at the bedroom door. Philip got up, going to get his gun from the closet. Smiling slightly, Adam pointed to Philip’s jeans and then pulled on his own. With a shake of his head Philip got them and did the same before moving quietly to the bedroom door, the gun held behind his back as he opened it.
He saw Barnabas crouched just outside in the hallway, hackles raised as he stood guard. Patting the dog’s head, Philip inched toward the living room with Adam and Barnabas right behind him
