Chapter 22Insistent rapping yanked Edmund out of a peaceful sleep. Someone somewhere was pounding on a door in the building. It took several seconds of lying there motionless, trying to block it out, to realize that it was too close to be one of the neighbors and too resonant to be coming from the floor above. Without opening his eyes, he stretched his senses, focusing on the knocks, and heard the discernible muttering of a voice he wished he didn’t recognize.
Detective Cruz.
There was only one door in the building that would interest her. His.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at where Darby was curled into his chest, Mathias molded around her back. Her hair obscured her features, but the steady pulse of her breathing meant she couldn’t hear the noise Cruz was making. That was better.
