Byron’s house was a mess when they arrived. It almost looks as if a hurricane trashed his place. All his furniture was trashed, his cupboards were emptied and everything lied scattered on the floors. Someone was definitely looking for something. Byron seemed to suspect the same thing when he started moving around after standing frozen in place. He moved his bed aside and then pulled out a floorboard that revealed a big safe that was untouched. Could it be what they were looking for?
“It’s a good thing. I don’t trust anyone.” She arched an eyebrow at him, wondering if he might want to reconsider what he just said.
He must have realized that he said something wrong when he met her gaze. “Okay, obviously I trust you or I wouldn’t have shown you.” He corrected his mistake.
Smooth recoverin
