CHAPTER TEN
Her heartbeat quickened as she scanned the kitchen for anything she might use as a weapon. It was bare, of course. Landlords were not known to leave complimentary blocks of knives.
Wishing once again she had her service weapon, she crept into the dining room. “Anyone there?” she called, supposing she had already made enough noise to alert anyone else in the house of her presence.
No answer came.
Creeping past the back entrance of the house, a sliding glass door that looked out on a columned patio, she noticed a truck she had never seen before parked beside the stone wall, the tailgate down. She could dimly see the outline of boxes in the back of the truck.
As she was puzzling over this, a hand touched her shoulder. She spun around, knocking the hand aside and raising her f
